The schedule called for a seven mile tempo run tonight - 1 mile warm up, 5 at "long tempo" pace, and 1 mile cooldown. Instead of following that exactly, I decided to try a progressive run. I want to work on negative splits and train myself to stay strong at the end of races. So my plan was to start with one mile at easy pace and then increase the pace by 15 seconds per mile for the rest of the run.
The first mile, I started out too fast. Wait, wasn't this what I am trying avoid? I blame it on my Garmin. It was registering anywhere from 6:30 (yeah, in my dreams) to 11:30 (please, give me a little credit Garmy) for that first mile. After that, the Garmin seemed to cooperate and I was right on track. Seven mile progressive run? Nailed it.
It felt awesome to complete the run and the whole thing was a huge confidence booster. Maybe part of my success was my wardrobe. I had this whole Rainbow Brite thing going on that I think really works for me. Light pink under armour turtleneck, purple Nike long sleeve, and neon pick wind jacket. Oh, and different shade of pink hat. I'd post a picture, but I have this big red zit on my nose that is U.G.L.Y. Hello Rudolph.
My adrenaline rush from the great run bubbled over into a little car dancing. Which led to the following conversation:
Sophie: Mom, what are you doing?
Me: I'm dancing.
Sophie: I don't want you to dance.
Me: Why not?
Sophie: It's kinda dorky.
Great. Now I am apparently so dorky that even a two year old can pick up on it. Oh well. At least I had that great run!