My Tuesdays this semester are heavily scheduled, in my generally-not-so-scheduled work life--I teach class from 9-10:20 and lab from 1-4:50. Normally I can use the time in between, at least in part, to prep for the lab. Normally I also do a hard running workout on Tuesdays, and I leave the house before anyone gets up to do that before work. But today was my daughter's picture day at school, so I had to stay home to help her with her hair. (Although at the end of the day, she informed me that she'd had to adjust her ponytails anyway, because I made them too high. It is a good sign that it is finally dawning on her that I am not so good at doing hair. Hence my own short haircut.)
So after the first class and a meeting, I headed out to fit in the track workout before lab. And let me just pause here and note that I appreciate the flexibility of a job that lets me do this. I work a lot of hours at night, but no one bothers me if I head out to do a track workout at 11:15. And wow, what a workout!
I had 6 800's at what I think is optimistically 5K pace--like the 5K pace I dream about when I'm bored on a long run. Only when I dream about it, it doesn't hurt quite as much as this did. I had short rest (200 jog), except for after the 4th one, when my coach gifted me a 400 jog, and I believe I set a new record for slowest 400 ever jogged. I managed to make the pace, plus or minus a couple seconds, each time. And at the end I felt that I'm-about-to-throw-up thing I feel at the end of races.
I was sort of relieved about that, actually, because one of my favorite bloggers, Steve in a Speedo, recently posted a back and forth with his coach about just this--how if you're not feeling that bad, you're not working hard enough. I started to feel inadequate, since I couldn't remember feeling that bad in a workout for a long time. But now that I nearly barfed on my shoes today, I feel all happy again. Funny how that works.
And then I got to go teach lab for four hours, which was probably good for my legs (no sitting down), but was a little exhausting. We started out by going down to the pond on campus to measure dissolved oxygen content, and when I bent over to take my reading, I nearly passed out when I stood back up. Still, as a chemist who spends most of her experimental life in basement rooms looking at instruments, it was fun to do a little outside chemistry. Plus our experiment involved solutions changing colors, and really, nothing makes you feel like a chemist quite like color changes.