Up to tempo

I put it in my MyFitnessPal tracker. I tweeted about it. I told my co-worker running pal that he was going to have to match me.

And I even told Mark no. 

No, I wouldn’t be going to DeBrand’s for its signature sundae.

I had plans. Plans that involved a little thing called the treadmill and an activity called running. Thirty minutes would be the goal. Thirty minutes of doing something – anything – to get myself moving.

I also had plans to do a Jillian Micahels’ DVD but that was quickly scratched the plan. Why? My plan to just get in a run gradually became a plan to get in this week’s tempo run.

 
30 minutes – 5 minute warm-up, 20 minutes hard and 5-minute cool down. With Saturday’s 5K as a baseline, the 20 minutes hard were to be ran at a 9:12 to 9:32 pace (or 6.3 to 6.5 on the treadmill). The only hitch was that I didn’t carefully read my schedule, and I thought it was a 35-minute workout. D’oh.

My sick little guy went down promptly at 7, and I headed down to the basement armed … with my laptop. I started out with a short walk, then jogged at 5.0 until the five-minute mark. I bumped it up then to 6.3 and at 10 minutes, I bumped it up to 6.4. Fifteen minutes in, I went up to 6.5 with the idea of going down the “ladder” at 20 minutes. However, I kept thinking to myself, “Stick with 6.5 for this song. Stick with 6.5 till this xx minute. Oh, God. I love to run fast to N’Sync.” (Not so) soon enough, I hit the 30-minute mark and began my cool down.

It was a tough workout, and one I’m quite proud of. Not only did I push myself on the treadmill, which I totally suck at, but I nailed the paces perfectly. After writing last week about my disregard for training intervals, Robyn mentioned that it is good to practice pacing. It’s not just to avoid injury but to make sure you are in shape to do the next workout. It does no good to give it all you’ve got if you have nothing the next day.

And today I need it. I have plans again - this time to do Bob Harper's "Total Body Transformation." You heard it hear so I have to do it ...even though I hate it. It's not because it's long (60 minutes) or because the one guy in the back seems like such a dweeb. No, I hate it because it's hard.

Side burpees? Really? I guess I'll see you at 6 p.m.