The goal: 5 x 400 @ 5k pace on the track
Reality: 4 mile run with 5×400 intervals around the neighborhood.
What was missing? A track. I really need to find one with availability that fits my schedule or rearrange my schedule to fit it. I loved doing track workouts with the Tampa Tri Team, but the earlier night fall has temporarily suspended the weekly track sessions until the spring (the track has no lights and is booked with band and football practice until nightfall). I’m tempted with trying to use that track in the early morning hours, I just need to figure out the school hours and make sure it’s open before students start filling in.
I know speed workouts can be done around a neighborhood (thanks to Mr. Garmin) or on the treadmill, but it’s just NOT the same. I wasn’t pushing myself this morning like I do on the track and my 400s were 20 seconds slower than they were on the track a few weeks ago. I think a speed buddy would help too. Anyone interested in doing track workouts together in Tampa?
My sad run was followed my a happy breakfast.
Pumpkin Pie Yogurt. Need I say more?
I haven’t made this stuff since last year, but last night’s pumpkin snack inspired me.
On the bottom was a mix of:
- Plain greek yogurt
- Pumpkin butter
- Peanut Butter
- Pumpkin spice
All blended together and topped with:
- Graham Cracker
Happy Birthday Shirtless Ben
Today is my baby brother’s 22nd birthday!
(photo from his 2nd birthday – precisely 20 years ago today. )
They grow up fast, don’t they?
(2005 – a bad year for Anderson hair apparently)
Now he’s getting married, buying a house, running marathons, working a real job, and doing all sorts of grown up things.
When I was starting my freshmen year of college, Ben was starting middle school. He was a crazy little kid who stole things from my room and never wanted to be a part of family outings. He’ll always be my crazy baby brother, but now I’m happy to call him one of my best friends. He’s the best friend/brother/running partner a girl could ask for.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN!!!!
psstt… check out how we celebrated Ben’s 21st birthday last year at Pat O’Brien’s. One word: epic.