All in the Timing

This afternoon, I broke down and bought a sports watch. I don't even wear a regular watch (I can usually guess the time within ten minutes, plus, a watch doesn't really go with my carefree lifestyle), but I've been mooching off Tim's Garmin for far too long (Mom and Daddy, if you're reading, you know what to get me for my birthday this year!). That, and I'm now in week two of official Chicago training, and since my paces are a bit slower than his, I'm going to need something a bit reliable and more portable than my iPod, which seems to die about an hour into my workouts. This Timex Ironman watch can store up to 30 laps (and I pray I never need that many!).

Of course, I had to get TNT purple (well, lavender, really), and it worked pretty well for my track repeats today. I did 4 x 800 meter repeats at 9:16 pace. A strenuous workout in this heat. I was feeling nauseous in the end, about how I was feeling after running up Cardiac Hill during the Peachtree and smelling Mexican food (I love my El Azteca, but it is the worst possible thing to smell while running and hot). It was 90 degrees tonight, even at 6:30pm. Of course, I still prefer the heat to the cold.

Wednesday, it's a seven mile tempo run, followed by a fourteen miler on Friday, so I can enjoy Melissa's wedding in the Flo on Saturday. I'm stockpiling cheesy 80's music on my iPod, so feel free to send me your suggestions!