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Hill repeats: in the moment

Running chick @IamSamandIrun on Instagram had the right idea with this visual description of this week's hills.

Running chick @IamSamandIrun [Instagram] had the right idea with her pic following this week’s hills.

I want to puke.

What was I thinking?

Why am I doing this?

I’m not even halfway through.

Ohmygawd. I can feel it. I am so going to puke.

Stop! says my legs.

Stop! yells my my lungs.

Are you freaking kidding me?

How the hell am I going to get through another one and three quarters of these?

I’m not.

That’s it.

I can’t do it.

I should just give up.

Call it quits.

The loft is just over there…

NO!

Eff you hills.

Eff you lungs.

Eff you legs.

Eff you brain.

Keep going.

Don’t you dare quit on me.

Push.

Dig.

Harder.

Faster.

You can do this.

You’re not a quitter.

One more.

Go.

Go.

Effing freaking GO.

And done!

YESTERDAY’S HILLS:
8:30 a.m. BG before: 9.6
Temp. basal: none
Carbs: Breakfast 2 hours earlier
Hill repeats: 3 x 75/60/45 seconds
Time: 40 minutes
Distance: 5.41 km
Average hill pace: 5:04 min/km
9:30 a.m. BG after: 3.9

Pretty sure I found my near puke threshold in that 75 second one. But man did I ever need that release, and man did I ever feel pretty freaking awesome for not quitting at the top of the second set like I so desperately wanted to.

Thank you hills.

Devil in disguise

Dear Devonshire, why oh why do you tempt me so.

Yesterday’s work day was all about the tea. Tea in the morning, tea in the mid-morning, tea for lunch, tea in the afternoon, and then of course tea with high tea. And well, really, how could I possibly resist the three tiers of crustless sandwiches, the finger-licking good wildberry streussels and brownies and butter tarts, and oh man tea scones with strawberries and Devonshire cream. Ohhhhh to die for really. Literally.


This could very well be the devil in disguise


Do you see those three tiers?


This is what it looks like done.

Did I happen to mention yesterday was a run day? Yeah, that kind of sucked … especially given that I decided at the last minute to join my girls for their hill training:

YESTERDAY’S HILLS:

  • 6:25 p.m. BG before: 10.1
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (2 hours)
  • Distance: 5 hills plus approximately 2 km warmup and cool down
  • Time: 40 minutes
  • 8 p.m. BG after: 7.9
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (1 hour)

Because the Devonshire had caused my belly to instantly expand to the size of about a 7 month preggers chick and feel like there were a 20 pound sack of potatoes in there, I was a little slow in getting myself motivated for last night’s run. Normally I try to get on the road as quick as I can after work so I can get home quick, but I was pretty sure had I gone straight after work, it would have been a super lethargic run, possibly infused with Devonshire and tea vomit. And so by the time I was finally ready, it was already six o’clock and I figured I might as well just wait until 6:30 when I knew my favourite running chicks would be on the road and at least if I hurled I’d have some company doing it.

They were running hills. Five hills, repeat hills, not short hills, not overly steep hills, long, winding, ugly, nasty, you can’t see the top hills. I hate these hills. We started going, and because I’m a bit of a powerhouse on hills, I got ahead of my girls pretty quick off the hop, and I didn’t really feel like I was giving her all that much, my legs felt fine, but the fact I couldn’t see the top of the bloody hill majorly messed with my head. Four of those hills, I stopped premature, not because my legs were fatigued, not because I couldn’t do it, but because the kink in that bloody road told me I couldn’t do it. And by the fourth hill, acidic bile was also starting to creep up my esophagus, oh dear. On the fifth hill, I started to go and I just felt like I didn’t have it, so I pulled off to the side and told my girls I would walk it, which made me feel totally feeble, I mean, I am supposed to be a rockstar on hills after all! They got a good distance ahead of me, before my competitive juices took over,  and I was sprinting like I’d never sprinted before, my legs kicking, my arms pumping, my breath hard and fierce. I passed one, I passed two, I passed a complete stranger, and with victory in my heart, I again prematurely cut the hill short. Awesome.

For your information: I am a hills super star – super steep, hills where you can see the top, but not overly long hills hills super star.


That girl running behind them was a freaking machine!

Ps. I don’t think Devonshire is in my future, but girly girl tea parties oh yes please!