After having to teach 2 spin classes yesterday (one came out of nowhere, and I’m way too nice), and dealing with my truck registration problems for 4 hours (you don’t want to know, but just know that they are much more intense in Europe!), I was mentally exhausted and decided to move my workout schedule around. When I got home last night, I didn’t do anything relating to school! I opted for twittering and eating half a pizza, then reading for 30 minutes until I passed out around 8:30pm. As I said, exhausted! For today’s workout, I had my 7 mile speed run before teaching another spin class. For the swim that I was supposed to do today, I moved it to tomorrow. The thought of working out for 3 + hours today made me want to hurl this morning when I looked at my schedule. Can you say “a tad burned out”?
Today actually ended up being a much better day than yesterday, and any frustrations that I had leftover, I definitely got out on the tready! Because the roads have been crap lately (see Tuesday’s post), the treadmill seemed to be the best option. Here was my plan:
Dist: 7 mi, inc Warm 3x1600m (~1 mile) in 7:38 w/800m (~.5 mile) jogs; Cool
In the middle of my first set of 7:38, a quite large muscular guy got on the treadmill next to me. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking over at my stats (speed, incline, etc.) on the treadmill. I was just trying to not trip and fly off the treadmill myself at this point. He then started increasing his speed up to my speed. I thought, “What a coincidence?! He is pretty fast if he is just running like this, and this is his warm up.” After 3 minutes at this speed, the guy he was looking over at me (I was trying to ignore him at this point b/c I needed to concentrate on breathing), and with a questioning look on his face like WTF? He brought his speed down to walking and was breathing pretty hard.
I slowed down to a 10 min mile between intervals for 5 minutes, then started up again. Then, he started up again. He only lasted another 3 minutes and was clearly upset and dumbfounded. He kept looking over at me. Keep in mind, that I was sweating buckets by now. The sweat was dripping off my elbows and chin. I don’t think that I made it look easy, but I wasn’t breathing as loud as he was. He actually was a little frightening. He was walking during my second “break” of a 10 min/mile pace and shaking his head. On my third interval, he increased to my speed again at the same time I did, but he only lasted about a minute this time, and promptly jumped off the treadmill defeated. I’m not going to lie, I did laugh a little under my breath. hehe
I wasn’t trying to compete against anyone! I just wanted to do my workout before I had to teach my spin class. I have nothing against lifting weights. In fact, I wish that I had the patience to do it more often, but they don’t call me the cardio queen for nothing! I just think it is funny that men in particular (there have been some girls who have done this too), try to compete with me at the gym. Some can hang, some can’t. We are all at different fitness levels. I just think that it is sad that I’m outrunning most of the men at a military gym. Sad, considering how slow I am!
Now again, don’t get me wrong, I was holding on for dear life on those what seemed like forever intervals. I h.a.t.e. speedwork, B.U.T. I know that it is good for me. If I want to run a sub 3:50 for my first marathon, these are crucial. I really didn’t think that I was going to make it through the first interval, but I did, and then I did 2 more. It’s funny how much I hate speed workouts before and during, but then I feel so accomplished when I get done. It is much more gratifying than my recovery runs (especially when I can put a big burly man in his place, haha). And then, I taught another spin class.
Tomorrow, I’ve got some abs yoga and swimming! I’m actually kinda excited!
Do you all run into these shenanigans at the gym? Speedwork anyone?