Wow. Just got back from the track and a trip to Little Italy for some Feast food. The track workout was a bit ugly tonight but I semi redeemed myself on the last two quarters after throwing up the white flag and just being happy with a hard effort and forgetting about splits. Apparently all I needed was for someone to call it a "race" to get my ass in gear.
Checked out what FIRST had on tap for me and about cried. 7*800 at 5:57 pace. 5:57 pace, holy cow. I'm just not there yet. I wasn't even close tonight on the first two 800s so I just did the workout everyone else was doing. Which was:
1 mile warm up
800 ez (i didn't do this first one easy as I was still planning to do 7*800 fast as I could)
400 hard 30 second rest
400 slightly faster
4*400 relay, I did the first and third loop and B2 was my partner running the 2nd and 4th.
1 mile cool down
Then B2 and I ran another mile once we parked to get over to the Feast. So I am calling it 7 miles for the night.
mile warm up
8:43 (Probably too fast but I was chatting with the speedsters)
1:30.61 (30 sec rest)
1:26.92 (1:09.76 rest) Damn B2 is fast!
mile cool down
8:44 to Little Italy (~1 mile)
Not a bad night, my legs were definitely tired from Saturdays run and being on my feet most of the day Sunday. The cavetelli and casata cake afterwards made it worth the pain though. B2 and I had fun taking italian food over to T at work, even though she tried to take me out with some foul egg smelling stuff, lol, she wanted us to smell how bad it was but a bit spilled on my arm, I hope I don't stink! Well anymore then I already would from a track workout...