Last night I met up with Steff for a speed workout at Riverside State Park in Harlem.
We were both pretty much track workout newbies. I do all my speed runs on the treadmill because, let’s face it, it’s easier. When I can punch 8.0 mph into the treadmill and watch the clock count down the next minute while the belt forces my feet ahead, I can get through a speed routine with no problem. But that also means I’m not really pushing myself to go past the speed I already know I can manage. Huh.
So when Steff suggested going to an actual track for actual sprints, I was down. We met up and, using the trusty Garmin, figured out a game plan. We decided to run .13 mile sprints with 1:30 jogging/walking breaks in between. Seemed like a good start.
I was surprised by just how speedy we were!
|Lap||Time (sec)||Pace (per mi)||Speed (mph)|
8.9 miles an hour? What? Awesome. Altogether, we ran/jogged/walked a little over 3 miles. Promise I’ll remember to take pictures next time. I love running dates.
I’m excited to do another track workout and try to beat these times. I love statistics.
It’s rainy here in NYC today, and I just finished an amazing lunch of bean chili in a jar. Daniel made a huge batch last night, and it’s spicy and delicious. Not sure what he put in there, but he might be coaxed to give the recipe in the comments if anyone is interested. I love food in jars.
In conclusion: in the past 24 hours, at least three things I love have made an appearance in my life. I am officially having a good day.