Recently, I’ve been dreading speed work intervals. Tempo runs are awesome but the 400m interval workouts I have on the 10K training plan have been met with absolute dread. Wednesday came, I put my workout clothes on and just couldn’t bring myself to drive to the track as I had planned. So instead, I drank some wine, cooked some pasta and read. Impromptu days off are fun every now and then anyway. Yesterday though, I knew I needed to just get it done. The earlier the better so I didn’t have time to talk myself out of it.
What better way to spend 50 minutes of your lunch break than sweating your butt off on your treadmill for 5 miles of soul crushing intervals?
- 1 mile warm up
- 6 x 400m @ 7.0
- 6 x 400m @ 5.8 (recovery)
- 1 mile cool down
I’ve mentioned my treadmill’s electrical issues before but on top of all that, I’m also 99.9% sure it’s not calibrated correctly to the actual speeds. I run on enough hotel gym treadmills to know that 7.0 on my treadmill feels more like 6.0-6.5 on a normal one. If I had to safely guess, I’d say mine is off by at least .5mph. It can be frustrating because I never really know how fast I’m going but at the same time, it makes me push myself a little harder than I normally would. So even though my intervals were only at an 8:34 pace according to the treadmill, I’m pretty confident it was really more like 8:00 pace or less. I don’t pant nearly as hard as I was after each interval at an 8:30 pace outside!
Working from home has it’s pros and cons. One con would be that when I’m actually at home and not traveling, I really never wear anything but workout clothes. Comfortable? You betcha. Makes me feel like a frumpy mess at times? Also, yes. So, putting on real people clothes today after that run (and a shower) was a huge accomplishment which I celebrated by venturing out into the real world to get a pedicure and run some errands.
Let’s talk about nail salons.
Ever see this thing sitting there in the middle of the room empty, softly whispering your name?
I swear this damn massage chair tempts me every.single.time I’m in there. I’ve probably asked how much it costs for a 10 minute massage at least 5 times only to say “no thanks, not today” when they ask “you want?” even though the voice inside my head is saying “it’s $12 friggin dollars Gina, just give in!”
Seriously, $12. How can I go and buy a Nook with barely 10 minutes of deliberation and yet sit here and ponder a $12 massage? These are the things I will never understand.
Well yesterday, I gave in. Was it great? No. Was it worth $12, probably.
When your husband’s idea of a massage is a quick rub of his palms on your shoulders (he’s neither a cook nor a masseuse) I’ve determined this to be a necessary expenditure with my every 3 week (or so) pedicure. I will fear the chair no more!
Have you ever gotten the chair massage at the nail place?
Do you deliberate over smaller purchases more than big ones sometimes?