I have abandoned my plan to shower until I'm pruny-skinned. Unwillingly. However, believe me - I have used hot water in every feasible way over the last 24 hours.
Well, not really.
Isn't this always the case with life? We take so much for granted. Of course, paying a BOAT LOAD of money can sometimes bring the forgotten to the forefront, but then a day later...
It's all, yeah, I have hot water, don't make a big deal of it, whatever.
This morning, because I have a love for sleeping in that is both unhealthy and non-productive, I left myself a solid 30 minutes to workout before I had to go to work. And when I say work, I mean...I had to go in for a total of 3 meetings before we headed to Milwaukee for the annual Brewer's Game event.
Ok - I get it, this perhaps doesn't sound like a tough day at the office. I assure you, there have been many tough days that make a day like this not only a luxury...but also, a necessity. Lest you see us completely melt down in cube-land, rocking in the fetal position. Trust me, this day = good for us.
At any rate, 30 minutes meant 2 things: Treadmill and Intervals.
I did 10 45 second intervals at 8.5mph, with 30 second rests. Incredible. I am not used to less than a 30 minute run but I am making a conscious and deliberate effort to focus on speed vs. endurance. I have 2 long races on the schedule: Waunafest 10 mile run at the end of July in Waunakee, WI, and the Madison Mini-Marathon (13.1 miles) at the end of August. In the meantime, I am trying for the first time in my life to be fast.
Speed has always eluded me. Is it mental? Are my legs too short? Bad form? Just born to be slow?
I've witnessed some very gazelle-like running from some very un-gazelle-like body structures...so it must just be a wall I need to break through. I'm trying.
After the amazing workout, I enjoyed a fully loaded Bloody Mary & a Miller Lite chaser at the ballgame. Wearing my Detroit Tigers sweatshirt. Sorry Milwaukee. My heart was officially given to the Tigers in 1984. I will always remember the names of those guys, and I still have the Topps baseball cards to prove my allegiance. I love live baseball...but I love my Tigers the most. I was 12 when they won the World Series, and my Dad let me stay up late to watch. Go Tigers!