Nathan and I set out to do a "speed" workout this morning. The plan was to do it on a flatter part of our roads and do two minutes fast, two minutes recovery. The wind was absolutely incredible. During our warm-up across the bridge over Camp Horne Road Fresca was literally blown right into the guardrail. We had thoughts of turning back, but at that point we were already out of bed, so figured we should go ahead with the workout.
Nathan's speed is very fast at the beginning of the two minutes - like 100 yard dash kind of speed - but he can't maintain that the whole time, so we've got to work on pacing. We might lay off of the speedwork for a few weeks until we get a better base under our belts. The wind played a big role in giving us resistance as we ran west, but on our way back east, we got a nice push from behind! We also got to rescue quite a few trashcans from the middle of the road!
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So, as this was Nathan's first speed workout, he feels that he must chime in with a response. Megan, Fresca and Nathan were running at a normal pace to warm-up. Then, Megan signals that it's time for the speed portion of the workout by yelling "Ok...SPRINT!" Now, Nathan was never on the track team in high school, but he ran a mean shuttle run in elementary school, so the meaning of "sprint" is not a foreign concept to him. Needless to say, Megan did not actually mean "sprint." Instead, a more thoughtfully worded "Ok, RUN A LITTLE BIT FASTER" would have sufficed....
Nathan is beginning to wonder about the "certification status" of his running instructor....
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