These boots were made for walking, just not in the snow.

Speedwork day! I am coming around to speedwork. As in, I no longer prefer death to running fast. Everything else still beats it.

A big storm came this afternoon, so I decided to head to the gym after work and avoid potential slipping and sliding (and possible injury) and keep an exact pace.

But treadmills are boring. I kept cranking the pace up and up and up until death became preferable, then slowed it down and down and down. Then up and up and up again. It was always faster than 6:15 minutes per km (my goal pace) so it didn’t feel like cheating. At least I didn’t think it felt like cheating. This probably isn’t what my coach had in mind (sorry, Andie!) but I did run 2k slow, then 3k fast (with breaks in between!), then 2k slow again. Which is close enough.

Because, let’s face it: if I didn’t have to email Andie post-run, the speedwork wouldn’t have happened in the first place.