I looked out the winter expecting to see nothing but whiteness. Our first big dump of snow was expected to hit in the afternoon. I don’t have much faith in Mother Nature so I expected all her dirty work to happen overnight. I was wrong.
The snow was just beginning to fall. For a split second, I thought I should hurry and get in my track work before it gets worase. Then I quickly came to my senses. Slowing down on Saturday mornings is one of my luxuries. I don’t have to be anywhere or meet anyone. I can just take my time. While I had to spend some time on the track, I knew it wasn’t going anywhere.
I enjoyed a pretty lazy morning. Coffee in bed and a few chapters of The Purchase under my belt. I even managed to pick up most of the clothes I had thrown on the floor and washed my dishes. Productive. I arrived at the track about 1 p.m. Surprise. Surprise.
I was the only one there. Perfect.
The snow was coming down pretty heavily but it wasn’t cold. One bright spot. I ran 2.5k to warm up. I missed Brent (who has been keeping me honest over the last couple of weeks). I did a few lunges in the snow. I knew I would be wet by the time the workout was over so why wait for the inevitable?
Actually I felt pretty good. I thought I would feel miserable after my 10K run last night. It was so refreshing to be out in the first snow. Pure bliss.
I kept to my 800s and ran 4×800. I was about 8-10 seconds slower than last week. But I got faster with every interval. I will take it. I kept playing Katy Perry’s Roar over and over again. Love that song.
I think this run was exactly what I needed. I had been feeling anxious about the marathon all week. Audrey had to talk me down a few times. I just feel like I haven’t done enough tempo, fast races, or mileage this year. After I ran the ultra at the end of May, I kinda lost my will to run. I feel like I have been in some sort of running funk for months. I hope it’s just a short-lived funk. Anyway today I felt great.