Happy Monday! I hope everyone had an awesome weekend. With 65 degree sunny days, how could it not have been a great weekend?! Gorgeous weekends always make Monday morning a little more painful, but it is definitely worth it. It is fun to see Boston awaken when the spring weather arrives, all the sudden I pass hundreds of people running along the Charles, biking through Cambridge and going on long walks where the paths and streets were empty a week ago. Exercise and activity make me happy, especially when I see an entire city participating!
In honor of spring time, I had a picnic lunch on the river on Saturday, followed by listening to the Sox game on the radio while laying out in the sun. Perfect? Yes. Sunday was even better...I finally pumped up my bike tires, rode to the track and did my first track workout since college. It. Was. Awesome. I had no idea how much I missed the track until I got there. I'm sure my love for the track yesterday was intensified since I am thrilled to be back running after months off of my foot, but a lot of emotions came flooding back with every 200 I ran. I thought about my first college coach, Paul, and being a freshman on the team. I thought about that stupid barking dog on the porch of the apartments across the street. I thought about my first Harvard/Yale where I competed in 7 events and broke down sobbing when I was asked to run the 4x4. I thought about the amazing teammates I got to know so well over the years. I thought about finally winning Heps and how good that felt. I thought about 4 years of traumatized hamstrings and learning how to compete, and win, injured. All emotions, good and bittersweet, ran through my body as my arms and legs pumped around the track. 12 200's later, my foot felt great and I felt completely rejuvinated.
Gyms are great. Tracks are better. There is nothing that makes you feel like more of an athlete than stepping on a track and running intervals. Once you are introduced to the world of track and field, it is really hard to tear yourself away. For some it is easier than others, but I am clearly still in love. I can watch hours of meets where I only know a few athletes, I can spend 3 hrs on a Sunday running intervals and messing around with hurdles, and that is what makes me happy. I am so thankful to live a couple miles away from my college track, it is pretty great to be able to bike over and relive the memories whenever I can find an hour or two. If anyone wants to come play at the Harvard track with me, let me know! I missed having my girls there...
After such a high yesterday running 200's and doing a bunch of hurdle drills on my foot [no pain...God is good!], it was back in the gym this morning. I am looking forward to many more days and evenings at the track over the next several months. I didn't get a lift in this weekend because I couldn't get myself to go inside, so I did my power lifting day this morning.
On the menu...
Power Clean Progression
5 x high pull, 5 x power clean @ 115lb
5 x high pull, 5 x power clean @ 125lb
5 x power clean @ 135lb
2 x power clean @ 145lb
Deadlift
3 x 8 @ 155lb barbell
*Had to go a bit easy on the weight with a sore back, but load it up!
Step-ups
3 x 6 each with 45lb barbell
Reverse Lunges
3 x 10 each with 45lb barbell
Atomic Crunches
3 x 20 with medball
Great workout, body feels powerful and explosive.
I am incredibly sunburned from spending so long as the track yesterday [first sports bra tan line of the season, YES], so my temperature regulation is more off than usual [Andrew, stop snickering]. I woke up appx 10 times last night because I was freezing, burning up, freezing, sweating, repeat ALL NIGHT LONG. Should be an interesting day at the office... I'm pretty sure I will never learn to wear sunscreen. I'm ok with that.
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