I hate speed work.
I know it is pretty much the best way to get faster, but damn, it's hard!
Tuesday was supposed to be my speed work day, but it was pouring pretty much all day long, so I shifted it to Wednesday.
My training plan called for 8x400m repeats, so I set my watch (I love that it keeps track of intervals for me) and dragged myself out the door. The area around our house is decidedly not flat, and I don't like to have to drive to a track to do speed work. I run a warm up mile to the flattest part of our neighborhood and do my repeats there instead.
It was actually a really successful speed work session: all my repeats were between 6:19 and 7:30 pace. The 6:19 was my last repeat, because I like to push the limit on my final interval.
This is my triumphant/exhausted face before I headed off for the mile back to the house.
Every time I run by this I think about taking a picture to show you guys:
That's not alive. There are taxidermied animals in the trees in someone's yard. Like, more than one. There's also a tiny old cemetery back between the trees and that red building.
It's weird.
The sheetrock guys packed up on Wednesday and the addition is really starting to look like a house!
The master bedroom:
The stairs to the attic:
The new attic space:
Now we're talking paint (like, actually going to buy it) and flooring. It's pretty exciting!
