Ok, so yesterday was Memorial Day and we had a special workout. Ten years ago on Memorial Day, I would have either been (a) partying with friends on the boat or (b) recovering from said partying on boat. Now my preference is to get up for a 7:30 am workout. Times sure have changed.
I was in a 3G class, which meant you had equal time on the treadmill, rower, and floor. I started on the treadmill and we needed to run 1.5 miles, or you could break that up into two 0.75 mile runs (with a short recovery in between) or five 0.3 mile runs (again, short recovery). I chose the 1.5 mile run because I am crazy about that kinda stuff and because I knew I had 14 minutes to do it.
Our coach stopped us at 12 minutes and I was only at 1.30. NOOOOOOOO!! So close! If I would have known we only had 12 minutes then I would have tried to get there (I may not have made it). I thought I was safe with the 14 minutes and could make it. I was so mad/disappointed that I ran a mile after class outside in 100% humidity just to get some extra distance.
Rower was next. We had the choice of a 2,000m row with 100 jumping jacks, or it could be broken up into two 1,000m rows with 50 jumping jacks each time, or a four 500m rows with 25 jumping jacks in between. Of course, I chose the row and cranked out the 2,000m row in just over 8 minutes. I was pumped about that. Then I did all 100 jumping jacks with no rest. #CRUSHED
The floor was uneventful.
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