Thanks for all the suggestions and commiseration on my diet, y'all. Very helpful. I weighed myself the other day: 110 pounds. That's 2 pounds more than when I ran the Marine Corps Marathon last fall. But I haven't blimped out on all the junk food I've eaten. Thank God.
It's Day 6 sans doughnuts and so far I'm okay. Although I do fantasize about plain glazed in weak moments. Pizza I can live without. It's the no-fries rule that's hard.
Back to the track!: With butterflies in my stomach, I went to my first track workout since last summer. I've only been to a handful of track workouts in my life, and it's a bit intimidating to see dozens of skinny, fast runners flying around the track, or jogging and amiably chatting with each other. Meanwhile, I know hardly anyone and am probably considered a tortoise in this crowd.
Several clubs/training groups meet at a local high school track every Wednesday night. I saw my running club. But I jogged past them and found my new coach's group. It's not that I don't like the folks in my running club. I do.
But they are quite cliquish. And if you're not one of the cool kids, they won't talk to you unless you initiate conversation. And after awhile, one gets tired of doing that.
Coach George warmly welcomed me. There were only about eight our group tonight, and we got divided into two sub-groups. I got slotted with several track newbies. It was a fairly light track workout, especially since I and a couple of other runners will be racing the National Half-Marathon this Saturday.
We did a cut-down drill, with one lap of jog recovery in between reps. We were told to run "comfortably hard" but not all out: 1 X 1600, 1 X 1200, 1 X 800, 1 X 400.
Somehow, even though the four folks in my sub-group were supposed to take turns leading our pack, I was the pace bunny. For all of the reps. Sigh. What is that about?!
My times: I ran the 1600 (1 mile) in 7:15. The 1200 in 5:25. The 800 in 3:32. The 400 around 1:28 (forgot to set my stop watch).
I felt good, even relaxed. It helped that Coach cheered me on as I completed each rep. "Good job!" he'd say as I strode past him.
I even felt energized at the end of the workout. I used to fear the track. Now I look forward to it.