Everyone around me is ill ("I'm sorry you're feeling like shit, Mrs Fix, and I want to make you feel better, but don't touch me or even breath in my direction") and I keep having ridiculously early nights to ward off the germs' embrace. It's working; just.
But I nearly stayed under the duvet this morning. Everything aches, tough session planned, why-don't-I-get-to-take-sick-days, etc.
Crawled upright and made it out to do the first interval session in ages. A pseudo-Yasso thing. 10 x 800 @ 10k-ish pace with 1min walk recoveries. Got through it. Indulged in psychological trickery by doing the last one a little more quickly and convincing myself the minutes-to-hours correlation will happen (2:50).
I love the fact Regents Park cinder track is free and close to work, but I hate the tight radius bends and the fact that if you pick an outer lane to lessen the centrifugal shenanigans, you have to cope with off-camber topography that threatens to ping you down a ditch and into the canal. Still, mustn't grumble.
But I ended up doing something to my hip running track sessions. Alternating did directions helped, but obvs could only do that when the track was mostly empty.
I considered doing intervals 6 to 10 in reverse (it was quiet), but it feels wrong somehow. Rude. Impudent. Even to my oppositional sensibilities. And there's some questionable track-craft on display at the best of times down there.
Everyone around me is ill ("I'm sorry you're feeling like shit, Mrs Fix, and I want to make you feel better, but don't touch me or even breath in my direction") and I keep having ridiculously early nights to ward off the germs' embrace. It's working; just.
But I nearly stayed under the duvet this morning. Everything aches, tough session planned, why-don't-I-get-to-take-sick-days, etc.
Crawled upright and made it out to do the first interval session in ages. A pseudo-Yasso thing. 10 x 800 @ 10k-ish pace with 1min walk recoveries. Got through it. Indulged in psychological trickery by doing the last one a little more quickly and convincing myself the minutes-to-hours correlation will happen (2:50).
I love the fact Regents Park cinder track is free and close to work, but I hate the tight radius bends and the fact that if you pick an outer lane to lessen the centrifugal shenanigans, you have to cope with off-camber topography that threatens to ping you down a ditch and into the canal. Still, mustn't grumble.