interval training
for snails
In my world, 7mph is really fast. It’s my zooming-on-the-treadmill maximum speed for interval training.
I am slow. Super slow. Super-ultra-mega-slow.
Just to put it into perspective, if I’d run the whole 2009 London marathon at 7mph (that’s an 8:34 minute mile), there would have been 6,682 people in front of me. I’d have finished in 3:44, which is if memory serves me right the sort of speed that foxy marathon chicks Marathonmaiden and Carpeviam complete in – in fact they’re both faster than that. They don’t hang about, those two.
Anyway, there’s no point comparing myself to two racehorses when I’m more of a carthorse. I did a lovely interval workout today on the treadmill, inspired by watching Eddie Izzard’s 43 marathon challenge last night on television. I say lovely, it was torturous but made me feel quite pleased with myself afterwards. Gosh I’m boring, aren’t I. I’m even boring myself. Stay awake there at the back.
