When I’m not training for anything specific, I put in a lot of “meh miles” – middle distances of four to seven miles at a whatever-I-want pace. This is especially true when the weather takes a turn for the hot in Senegal, a.k.a. now. Double-digits and speedwork are unappealing without a race goal.
I’ve been trying to switch up my fitness routine a bit – which, for me, means doing something – anything – other than running. I’d basically been doing nothing but pounding the pavement for the past few months, with occasional fitness classes or push-ups thrown in. Thanks to an awesome Marine buddy (hi, Chuck!) of mine who’s functioning as a personal trainer, though, I’ve recently added in two days a week of strength-training. I must say, I like it. Even though it’s taking a bit of a toll on my weekly running mileage totals, it makes me feel strong and full of badassery and might just help make me a better runner in the long run (get it? run!).
Tonight, though, I spent time on my favorite (read: most hated) hill, in attempt to log some quality miles rather than just junk ones. My hill runs alongside this:
While the total distance was still in the meh-miles range, this workout was more purposeful than just maintaining fitness and spending time in my Asics. I did five repeats of the hill, which is about .22 miles (not the grassy one pictured above – I use the sidewalk), at fast-for-me pace, using the downside as a recovery jog. The distance from and to home totaled a nice five miles on the day. The highlighted part of my splits is the “up” of the hill. I only puke-burped once.
The real reason I do hill work, though? It’s not for butt strength, not for cardio – nope. It’s for the pretty elevation profiles my Garmin spits out afterward.
Looks like Bart Simpson hair.