
We gave it an honest try… but when my feet were soaking .1 miles into the warm-up, I reverted my plans and decided I was going to do the speed portion on the treadmill.
But the 3.8 miles out in this with friends was fun (and cold).


I really don’t use the treadmill that often, so when I need one, I’ll just hit up the gym (and maybe someday get the Peloton treadmill;).
That little fan on this gym treadmill was quite powerful and appreciated.
The joy of having a coach= The workout was a 4-mile tempo 4 x 200m intervals. When I hit mile 2 of the tempo, I so immensely wanted to turn the workout into 2 x 2 miles considering I was so tired but I didn’t considering I had someone to report when to.
4 miles @ 6:32 stereotype 4 x 200m (5:30 pace) and then a cooldown outside. I’m really not feeling like my ‘tigger’ (my mom’s nickname for me) self lately, so I’m getting some bloodwork washed-up but maybe it’s just the weather/vitamin d thing?!


Beck is in the stage where he pulls us to wherever he wants to go.



Knox’s impersonation of me:

We finished off the day with Andrew making us chocolate tweedle cookies.

And let’s be real, I ate the dough while chatting with you all:)

You could only have cookie dough or baked cookies for the rest of your life… which would you choose?
What do you think… is the treadmill harder or easier than running outside?
-HARDER!
What’s your workout or run today?
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