Track Tuesday, and things didn't start well. Baby woke up at 2:30 with a fever, ended up giving her meds, then she didn't want to go back to sleep. ARG. Folded laundry while she watched Scooby Doo. Finally around 5 she's drifting back to sleepytime, but I'm on a short leash because we're carpooling and have to get ready earlier. Well, okay then, I have about 45 minutes to run to the track, pick a workout, train, and get home again. She wakes right back up but the Mrs takes her and she's back asleep in seconds. I lace up some fast shoes and head out, but after a dozen yard or so my arch feels like there's a knife under the insole. ARG. Pull out the left insert and try again - no dice. Even worse. Limp back home and wonder WTF to do. I see the old fast shoes that I just retired and decided to give them a shot. Out we go - 30 minutes left.
The arch settles down and I get to the school quickly enough. A brief stretch and I decide to run 400 / 200 recovery, which I never run. Maybe I have time for 6, let's see how it shakes out. I ended up running them 1:35, 1:33, 1:32, 1:31, 1:30, 1:29, in sequence. Or course the recovery intervals got longer and longer and I even walked part of the last two, but that's the part I gloss over. I walked across the infield, headed out the big gate, and ran back home to a cold shower and sleeping family. Good times.
