Moms on the run intervals last week were 3:2 x 6, which means that we ran 3 minutes, followed by 2 minutes of walking and repeated 6 times.
Last Tuesday I paired up with a mom out of Chaska. She had missed the last few runs due to knee pains so we stayed at the back of the pack in an "easy" jog. While her challenge was strength, mine is cardio; having smoked for so long. Our trainer, Kristi, is in her 30's with a cute little hair cut, cute little shorts and a bubbly personality. God bless this woman! She runs from the back to the front repeatedly, shouting words of encouragement and making sure everyone is okay while always wearing big smile. She will try to pursuade us to run a little faster by promising chocolate cake around the next corner or reminding us that it is our last interval. I told her last time that I am going for distance right now THEN I will work on speed. I am pretty sure that she will forget that I said that by the next time I see her (or at least she will pretend to). At any rate, she said that I wouldn't die, and so far she has been right.
On Saturday there wasn't a group run (due to Memorial weekend) so I went to my Community Center's walking track by myself on Sunday morning. There wasn't anyone else there when I got there. My watch was set to alert me every 3:2. After about my third lap, a little elderly man came in and started to walk on the inside track (I prefer the middle). He was an angel to me; because of his gingerly pace, I was able to pass him twice every time I had a three minute run. This did wonders for my psyche (no matter how slow his pace was). On my very last interval I could hear Kristi and I pushed myself to a little personal victory - I passed my angel three times! I am still going for distance right now (well perhaps with secret speed increases - no cake needed).
