The family is away this week and I thought that I’d take my free time and do all sorts of wonderful things. No schedules! Flexibility! And so far, it’s been status quo.
Like on Wednesday, I had to get up at 3:30 AM (ack!) to drive the boys to SFO. I was fully planning on coming back and hitting the 6:00 kickboxing class, but when I was approaching town and it was only 5:15, I figured that I’d stop home first and catch up on a few things, lest I look like the creepy woman sitting in the parking lot in the dark (at that hour, I can’t even pretend to be shopping at the supermarket). I sat down on the couch and began checking email. When I woke up at 6:30 with my laptop on my lap… well, you get the idea.
Thursday night was a Team buddy run, which went pretty well. I was still on my Follow This Mother! high and felt pretty good as we looped around the Sports Park. The park is a very long, narrow string of ball fields, and always manages to deceive me; it sounds like a quick loop, but it just keeps going and going and going. I stuck with my 4/1 intervals and paced myself with a faster runner to work on my race pacing, and it went pretty well.
And then Saturday came. It was a flat, fast course in Walnut Creek, which should have been very nice I managed to leave my Garmin charging on the kitchen counter, so I had no sense of my pace and no interval timer. That didn’t make anything any easier. I paced myself with my buddy run partner and ended up running faster than what I’ve been preferring as my LSD pace, so it didn’t work out to be the usual refreshing, up-with-running sort of run that I usually look forward to on Saturdays.
Which brings me to a revelation: it seems that every week includes one really crappy workout. It doesn’t matter how much I psych myself up for it, there’s always one with dead legs or no motivation (or both). With any luck, you get the crappy workout out of the way early in the week, and can be free to enjoy excellent workouts from there.
Does anyone else feel that way about the crappy workouts, or am I just the lucky one to struggle through it week after week?