Mon--SL2, and 4 sets of "suicides"
Fri--L5, and 4 sets of sprints
The thing that I am most proud of, is not our distance, but our pace. When we first started training together in early 2009 we ran a 10.5 min/mile. My tri run time was around 32 min, and my 5 mile Tiblow Trot time was 52:30, I think. Then I got injured, and when I came back, I could not run faster than a 12 min/mile without pain. Jen and Traci, being the good friends that they are, slowed right down with me. That was our training pace for all of 2010. And it was fine----there's nothing wrong with running a little slower. But we have set some more challenging goals for 2011, and the first was to pick up our pace. Everybody is healthy so far, so no excuses. We have been running at least a 10 min/mile, a couple of times I've even kicked the treadmill up a notch or two just to get it over with. It is a whole new kind of hurt, but I am so proud of us for even trying.
The other thing I want to mention is the importance of running with others. I could never, and would never, push myself if I was alone. I don't know how people stay motivated without peer pressure. I will admit it, I was the first to send the punk out text Friday night:
I am in a really bad mood and I'm cold.
We either need to unanimously cancel,
or I need a verbal ass-kicking.
I promise to love either.
The mere thought of running on a dark Friday night when it was 25 degrees outside made me cranky. But Traci was ready to go, and Jen was cold too, so we compromised: 5 miles on the treadmills at the Y. We had the place to ourselves, and we discovered we can even talk louder than treadmill motors.
Good times. Thanks girls for all of the times that you won't let me stay home with a glass of wine and a Redbox. I love you for it.