Good morning! I’m off to work shortly, but I wanted to pop in quickly and wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day—from Zelda.
She wasn’t exactly feeling the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show on Tuesday night. But she got her act together and sent me a cute care package, which is so kind of her because this is usually how I feel about today.
Also, I joke that races are the only things I want to commit to right now—ha! (Speaking of, I solidified my travel plans for Miami last night—South Beach, I’m coming for you!) Anyway, Zelda spoiled me. Have you ever seen a greyhound card?
Neither have I.
How about chocolate? Dark chocolate to be specific. Or a greyhound beanie? This is too cute!
And just so this post isn’t all about V-Day, I had the best brick workout to-date yesterday. After a 75-minute indoor spinning class with my Full Throttle Endurance teammates, we quickly swapped our cycling shoes for sneakers and headed to the indoor track to run off the bike. Andrew said going forward, we’ll always run after these Wednesday cycling classes, but we shouldn’t push the pace today; the goal was to slowly get acclimated (acclimated being relative, of course) to the jello-to-lead leg feeling.
For the first two miles, I ran with one of my pace group teammates, and we clocked 8:0X miles. I don’t know whether I should credit wearing my new Sauconys, following the “shorter, shorter, quicker, quicker” approach, or just becoming more triathlon fit in general, but this pace felt manageable. Very manageable.
As we finished mile two, we caught up to two guys from a faster pace group. Technically, they should’ve been out in front, so we dropped our pace to 8:20-8:40 and finished the final two miles with them. Sure, I experienced some rough patches mentally—do you really think you can hold this pace for four miles?—and I have to credit my teammates with pulling me through. For the final two laps, the guys sped up (probably to 7:30-7:40), and I told my female teammate, “Let them go.” That didn’t go over well; she responded, “No way! We’re going with them!” So we matched their pace for three laps (they started before us, so we had another 400m to go when they were done) and finished strong. The final lap was tough, but I willed my body to respond, and plus, I didn’t want to let my teammate down. Honestly, I questioned whether I had enough gas in the tank for this pace, but I did. Granted it hurt, but in a good way—the kind of pain that means you’re working. Overall, I was so amped with how this brick turned out; I would literally smile to myself at random points yesterday just thinking about it.
Arguably more exciting than yesterday’s brick, I think my teammates view me differently now. Not that they didn’t like or take me seriously before, but I’ve known everyone for about a month now, and they’re getting to know me better too. Not to mention completing these tough, early morning workouts bonds people. Plus, in the case of my running pace group teammates especially, they feel comfortable enough pushing me—or, in the words of Andrew, refusing to let me “punk out” when the workouts get tough.
Do you like working out solo or with a team/teammates/friends? When your workouts get tough, how do you push yourself to finish?