This week's runs have been colored specifically by the storms that have been sweeping from the Midwest to the Atlantic coast.
Tuesday's storms dumped torrential rain just as I was getting out of work. So I warily opted to head to the gym and run sprints on the treadmill. (I felt I kind of had to, after eating two donuts.)
I was incredibly pleased with my 3 x 1 mile sprints at 8:30 min/mile. Okay, at that speed, the runs are not technically sprints; in my defense, I wasn't sure how my shins were going to hold up. However, the speed work went so well, I plan to do the same thing next week, regardless of the weather. And because I felt I had enough juice to dial the speed up a little further, next week we'll go to 8:15 min/mile. Let's hope it wasn't just the donuts.
Today's storms cleared up just before I got out of work, but the lack of rain was about the only luck I had. The stretch of thunderstorms didn't clear the air, and James and I ran through a sauna. I started out strong - James clocked us at 8:47 and 8:55 for the first two miles - but not long after, I felt the wind go out of my sails. Drenched in sweat, I struggled for breath. I did a mental check and realized that I had drank very little water today. I can always tell because my mouth feels like a cotton ball and my lips like parchment paper.
Miles 161.5-164: Speed work confidence booster.
Miles 165-168: Sucking air in a steam bath.
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