Sweatfest

It was a sweatfest at the gym tonight. It felt warmer than usual when I first hopped on the treadmill and the sweating just keep increasing up until the last minute.

I did my usual 3 minute warm up and then set that sucker at race pace, 12:45. I ran a mile and took a 3 minute walk break. The shins were giving me a fit again. I can't seem to find any rhyme or reason it the shin pain. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it doesn't. Oh well. The walk break seemed to help so I inched up the pace to 12:30 and then 12:15 and hung out for at least two miles. I was feeling pretty good throughout as I made my way toward 5 miles.

I was trucking along when the darn treadmill started to time out on me. The treadmills at the gym do an automatic cool down once you get to 55 minutes. I didn't realize this though because I keep a towel over the display of the treadmill (or else I will agonize over how long it feels like I'm on the devil's machine) and missed the cool down message and all of the sudden the treadmill went from 12:45 to 15:00. I nearly did a face plant into the display. It started a 5 minute countdown and then I knew it would shutdown and I'd need to restart the machine. I figured if I just sped up, then I might make it to the 5 mile goal within one hour. I increased the pace to 11:45...and then 10:45. My lungs were on fire as the clock counted down. With only .15 to go, the treadmill shut off. Boo! I nearly fell again but quickly restarted so I could get in that last .15. I was a woman on a mission. I needed 5 miles and by gawd I was going to get to 5 miles.

So I wrapped up that 5 mile sweatfest in 1:01:45. Boom! That's well under race pace...but my towel usage was over the top. I literally had sweat dripping in my eyes for the last mile and it hurt so good. I ended up having a very appropriate shirt on as well....

Post sweatfest

"As long as you're sweating, you're still alive." Thank you, Nike, for being oh so philosophical.