Holy mother of all that is insane.... Tempo runs at a hotel fitness center? SUCKS!!!! I had to BB Amanda to keep my motivation level up. Let me paint you a picture.... Rolling out of my comfy fluffy hotel bed at 8am... Dragging myself down the hallway to the fitness area. NO fan, NO open windows and NO one else in there (something about performing for strangers would've most likely made me all sorts of motivated)..... First 9 minute mile, down. Check. I'm sweating enough for 7 males in a hot sauna... Mile 2, holy heck, my legs are gonna fall off. I chose to do an 8 min mile... Why?? WHY?? Mile 3 (that lasted 3 minutes...) was run at 7 min mile.... I think the most appropriate word to describe? DEATH.
I am now looking like I just stepped out of the shower and smell like I rolled around in cow dung. Yes, I. WAS. HOT.
I think this workout totally justifies me eating the entire bag of mini eggs that are sitting on our hotel table, yes yes I do. Now, for the hard part... Running 8 miles BY MYSELF in the sweat room on Saturday morning. KILL. ME. NOW. Van thinks I should usatf it and run around portland.They have a gorgeous parkway path that runs along the Willammette, van took me there last night. There were runners everywhere. My inner freak out chick just keeps thinking about the worst case scenario. What do you think? Should I run around town and just pray a) I don't get lost b) don't get killed and c) don't go into every open house available :)
And, yes, i'm blogging from my phone. Yes, I realize I'm addicted. Sue me. ;)