Last week I did my first hills and loved them. I found a hill that is probably a little short - 180m - but it's steepish and on a road by the Humber River that is currently closed to cars. I did about a mile warm-up, then sprinted up the hill and walked back down, planning to do this 4 times but ended up doing it 8 because it wasn't so hard. Hurray for me! Next week I'll either do 10 or 12 times or jog downhill instead of walking. But not both. Baby steps.
Today I ran to my oldest son's high school track, which was okay with him since it's Saturday and there was little chance of anyone he knew seeing me. I planned to do 8 x 400m with 2 minute recovery in between (and let me tell you, I milked those 2 minutes with total walking). After 3 times I was ready to cut down the reps but I sucked it up and did all 8. I had my Garmin beeping at the right times, but hadn't realized that I wouldn't know my paces until I was done. I had a vague goal of having all my reps under 10 minute miles and was pleasantly surprised when I was done that I rocked it. Time to expect more from myself, I guess. My lap paces were as follows:
1 - 8:25
2 - 8:04 (thought next time I should reduce recovery to 1 min)
3 - 8:33
4 - 8:18 (thought 2 min recovery was just fine)
5 - 8:33
6 - 9:05 (thought I should increase recovery to 5 min)
7 - 8:46
8 - 9:21 (yah, I was tired.)
The recovery time paces probably tell the story more -- very funny to see how much slower I walked each time. Got to learn to pace myself, but I'm happy with my first effort. Didn't think I could run that fast.
If that 14 year old son of mine was still 2 years old, his head would be exploding with excitement because we have some new toys in our backyard.
|These are life-sized, baby!|
Since the kids weren't interested, Phil and I went out and played in the dark after the construction guys left.