Damn it was cold out there this evening, a person in their right mind might say too cold to complete a workout… and definitely not warm enough for blue Saucony shorts. I stared blankly at the thermometer once I’d returned home, -1C. I think it was broken.
The session called for 45’ of tempo, a leisurely 30’ of ME to warm-up with followed promptly by 15’ of HME.
I left the office horribly underdressed but wearing more than one would normally sport in mid-March. After bouncing around for 20’, I started into the marathon effort, rolling along Maplewood and down the Blenkinsop Valley. Keeping in mind the run on Sunday, I was pleased at how comfortable I felt, but also recognizing the effect artic air can have on ones senses. Still, whether it was an imagined wind or the rate at which I traveled it wasn’t until beginning the HME that I really began to feel warm.
During my cold down, as I traversed across the playing field at Beckwith Park, it dawned on me at just how … dare I say, good I felt. In an instant, I was taken back to my days of street hockey, waiting impatiently as a car slowly rolled along before you could once again resume play. I was filled with that same enthusiasm and anticipation this evening.
The week ahead looks good, more of the same meat and potatoes and with yet another scheduled day off this Friday. With the volume staying roughly the same and more planned rest, I almost feel like I’m cheating the system.
Here’s to the week ahead…
Monday: day off/core (scheduled)
Tuesday: 1:24:19 with 45’ tempo