8/30 Speedwork?

Today's speed work was VERY discombobulated.... I did everything I possibly could have to de-rail my workout this morning. Moral of the story is that sometimes it is a triumph just to be running, even though it isn't just the way you want.

Speed work was the name of the game and I was SO excited to to work on a real life track, not my ghetto one in B.V. Village. I made it out of bed on time (only because, by the grace of the heavens, I have occasional insomnia) and made it where I wanted to go- the UNR track. After a little searching and meandering through campus I found the track and a good parking spot. 7am on a Saturday morning. Why on earth was it full of football players? Though I shouldn't have let it deter my workout, I did. I could not muster the courage to go run around the football team @ practice and all of their followers.... Maybe I didn't have enough sleep and wasn't thinking clearly. Maybe I just wanted to have my own workout void of sharing public space with anybody else, let alone a football team or maybe it was a blessing in disguise.

While I miraculously made it running and on time with my new running shoes out for a test-run, I did not remember my watch. When I made it to the park after a long internal debate about how important it was to have my running watch on a speed day I was so relieved to just run. Tracking progress is an integral part of improving fitness and readiness for the race but today it was a triumph to run in the park through the geese, in my new shoes (which I could barely keep up with), above all odds and without restrictions or organization. It was obviously a struggle to let go of the latter... I did speed-work. I didn't do my prescribed work out but I did it. Sometimes it doesn't have to be pretty, you just have to take the first step.

Total time ?
Total mileage? maybe 3?