That said - I can say without any amount of guilt that I did just that yesterday afternoon.
I was supposed to meet my trainer at 10am - but he stayed out late the night before and pushed our workout to 1pm Sunday. Awesome.
So I showed up a little late, and we threw his dog into his truck and headed to a nearby school track. So with the heat index - we are climbing into the high 90s - low 100s. And he expects me to run in this weather.
I feel a "like hell" coming on.
But the dog was very excited to be out and about, and promptly marked the school grounds in multiple locations with great zest - and smell.
We got to the track and here were my instructions - keep up.
Now lemme paint you a picture - I am 35, in decent shape, and fairly new to running. He is 26, ex-military (the kind that runs everywhere), 6 foot-something, and gargantuan sized.
Ya - I am sure that keeping up won't be a problem. Right.
I made it 0.34 miles at an average pace of 8:37/mile (WTF), and then I walked in shame - for 10 seconds. See on a track - he can see me walking - crap. So I started running again and only made it another 0.10 mile with an 11:23/mile avg pace, sneaking in another 8 second walking break, and then running the last 0.05 mile at a 10:22/mile avg pace.
So I ran about a half mile at paces I didn't think I could do - of course - I couldn't keep that pace up.
But wait - here is where the fun starts.
He let me walk the first turn to the far straight-away - remind me to put him on my Christmas list for this.
And then he told me it was time for sprints. He says - all you have to do is sprint the straight-away.
Uh huh - all I have to do. Right.
So I did. Of course.
The first sprint was 34 seconds long and I moved with a 7:03/mile avg pace. We walked the turn, and set up for the next sprint. The next one was 21 seconds long and I averaged a moving pace of 5:04/mile - holy hell. We walked the turn, and set up for one more straight-away - but this one backward.
Soooo - I turned around and began to run backward - best news - DIDN'T FALL. (Did trip though - shhhh.) It took me 41 seconds to get down the straight-away this time with a slower average pace of 11:47/mile.
Whatever - I'm just pleased I didn't fall. Seriously.
And right about here - is where he said it was time to put on my gloves and flip a tire. I think I might have flipped him the bird behind his back.
Ladies and gentlemen - let the grown woman temper tantrum begin.
Ask my Mom - I am damn good at them. I balked, cussed, sat on the ground - I don't think I flailed my legs and arms, but I am pretty sure I pouted.
He let me get away with not flipping the tire in exchange for doing lunges down the straight-aways. Did I mention the temper tantrum. Here's where it got good.
I basically laid on the ground and refused to move.
So now I am a fully grown woman laying in a field at a school while a big ole guy stands over me trying to coax me into doing lunges. I made him promise me an Icee after the workout.
I got up.
I made it about 15 feet, and stumbled over my own feet - grace - I Haz It.
He gave up.
Sadly, in the end he tricked me - I got a low-carb pineapple smoothie instead of an Icee (cheater). And the dog got to ride inside the truck and slobber all over me on the way to my non-Icee. He's cuter than the trainer anyway!
Today I am going to try and run 40 minutes easy as listed in my plan, but if not - look for me curled up in a ball throwing a temper tantrum on the street somewhere.
Go team go - wahhhhh!