Proper motivation, in this case being: Sour Cream Fudge drop cookies. These cookies bake up moist, fluffy and chocolaty, and they are not overly sweet. They are small, so you can eat a few and not feel like you need to immediately head out for another speed workout. (Anyone who wants the recipe just post a comment and I will share.)
Earlier this week I’d emailed all my New York City-based running friends (those who weren’t on the DL, or devoted to their own training regimes) inviting them to join me tonight at Nike Speed. Obviously, EN was in, as was AG (from Run Ansky Run). But much to my pleasure, SA showed up, as did DT (f.k.a. the bachelorette DR). I got there early enough to hand over the two plasticware containers full of Sour Cream Fudge drop cookies to the Nike coordinators, so they could put them out once everyone started trickling in after our speed workout. It was cool the way the rumor spread throughout the coaches and runners that there would be cookies after the run. We would all have a treat awaiting us in exchange for a hard workout.
Remember when you were in elementary school and your mom would bake cupcakes for the whole classroom, and bring them to school for a midday snack? I was working on that premise, except I’m 36, not nine. Cookies are an all-ages dessert, don’t you agree?
I dropped back a pace group this evening, as I was not feeling like I could sustain 7:30’s over three miles (Coach Kate said her group would run 7:45’s but she always pushes us faster). My hamstrings are tender, and I was concerned about injury, to be honest. EN went on ahead, and I tucked in behind the 8-minute per mile pacer as we headed up the West Side Highway Rec Path, the wind at our backs. Little G chirped our first split at 7:52, just where I wanted to be. Mile 2, which included the turnaround, took us 8:14, yikes! That was a bummer, and I couldn’t feel us slowing down because as soon as we turned around (which surely costs us a few seconds) we were running smack into a headwind that I don’t think the pacer adjusted for right away. Oh well. Mile 3 was more on track, at 8:02. I was glad once we were done and back at 27th Street, where I could chat with EN and DT on the way back to Paragon Sports. I felt strong, after the first mile my hamstrings felt suitably warm and loose, but not enough for me to kick it into the next gear. I worked the hardest during Mile 3, as we muscled against the headwind. I’m looking forward to starting my “microtaper” tomorrow with an easy run home from work.
The coaches commended me on showing up for a speed workout on my birthday (they kept saying “Today is your actual birthday?!”), but it didn’t feel like a big deal to me. I didn’t say it then, because I would have seemed like a total dork, but actually there are very few places I’d rather be on my birthday than out running with my friends.
Oh and the cookies? Yeah, all gone!