Or a hairdryer?
Under my training schedule, Mondays are devoted to speed work. The first Monday called for 3 by 1600 meters with a one minute rest interval. I had no problem with that. The second Monday (last week) called for 4 by 800 meters. I skipped that because I did a 5K on Saturday and then the long run Sunday. This week called for some crazy combo of 1200, 1000, 800, 600, and 400. I need the track.
The problem? Our high school track is covered in a disgusting layer of snow and ice. Yesterday I asked my husband if he would go out and shovel a path for me. I didn't think this was asking for too much, as I really only need one lane cleared. And Valentine's Day is coming up. I thought he might sneak out while I was sleeping and tackle the track with a lethal combination of a blow torch and an ice pick. But I drove by the track this morning, and it was still as snow covered as it was last week.
So instead of my speed workout, I did yoga this evening. It felt good to stretch, but I miss my little speed workouts. I miss pushing the puke threshold. I miss racing with myself. I miss arguing with myself about whether I've done two laps or three.
While I have NOT been living up to the speed workouts in this program, I've been hitting the other workouts dead on. Saturday's long run was 15 miles and it was another great one. I managed to stay almost a minute under the goal pace for the workout. These first two long runs have been very encouraging . . . only fourteen more to go!