Olivia's Marathon Misadventures

Thursday, April 06, 2006

F is for Fartlek

Coffee: 7 cups, according to my coffee pot
Diet Coke: 2 glasses at the OG [gross gross Olive Garden for colleague's birfday lunch]
Caffeine Shakes: check
Breakfast: one egg white sammy
Lunch: linguine marinara with grilled chicken and yummy greasy salad
Exercise: 40 weights, 20 min core
Cardio: none. Boo.

I must have not set my alarm early enough because when I actually looked at it this morning (after hitting snooze the requisite two times) it was almost 5 a.m!!! ARGH! I wasn't going to get in 2m before my work out. Oh well.

My legs are little sore from last night's tempo run. We did one "slow" mile, but of course, I ran with mighty MT whose legs are like little pistons - so it wasn't all that slow. For me. Then time for fast miles. Seriously though, this is why I quit track in high school. I don't like being timed. I know I'm the slowest, everyone else knows I'm the slowest, so why quantify it? But, this isn't about what I like or don't...Fartlek is a necessary evil accompanied by its own slew of urban legends..."There was this one guy that dropped an hour and fifteen off his race time by doing fartlek"..."This dude would keep hitting the wall, but fartlek helped him train in the proper pace and his race time was awesome"...you get the picture. So apparently accentuating my slowness will shame me into running faster at some unknown and undetermined point in the future. Sweet!

I was a little breathless after the quote-unquote slow run I did following MT (a little shout out to her because I know she's a lurker here!). Not to mention, this slow run set my times for the faster intervals. So, I had to beat my 10:00 slow time with at least a 9:30. Twice. Well, I took off out of the blocks a little fast and did my first mile in about 9 minutes. Violent stomach spasaming ensued. Leave it to me to wear wildly inappropriate LONG SLEEVES last night. It was just a smidge hot for sleeves since we were going to be working our little butts off. So I took a break, like the wimp that I am, and waited for the nausea to subside. And it did. You know what that means! Off again with a crack and did a 9:30 mile. MUUUUUUUCH better. Amazing what a little pace difference can do.

The true beauty of fartlek training is a zippy workout. Grudgingly, I'll admit it was fun and challenging and I look forward to doing more of it as I train through the summer.

Yes, you heard it here first! I am going to be doing a fall marathon! Maybe Chicago, maybe Las Vegas...we'll see!

So, I would like that to be my second marathon, if you get my drift. I hope my knee holds up this weekend on that f'ing terrible Grassland run. I'm gonna be so pissy about this.


  • Oh, shit! a 10:00 mile is SLOW for you? That's what I did last Wednesday and I was so proud of myself I almost cried! And I was back up to 12:00 tonight!

    You go girl!

    By Anonymous Tara, at 10:19 PM  

  • I'd kill for 10 min miles. In fact, I'd do anything for them...except apparently fartleks, or speeding up, or like, actually working for them.

    By Blogger jeanne, at 4:51 PM  

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