Alternatives to racing I
I tried interval training for the first time a few weeks ago. As you may know, I’ve been running for a while and have done a few races.
Interval training is very different from how I used to train. Previously, with little guidance other than training plans found on the internet, I was running prescribed distances at a steady pace. In interval training, you run at your goal pace in short, manageable intervals (usually one minute or so) with rest periods in between. This supposedly helps your body acclimatize to your goal pace.
In this way, interval training is not about finishing faster than the last one. It’s about consistency.
I definitely was caught aback by this difference. The audio guide (from Nike+ Run Club – Nike+ apps rule my fitness life) for this interval training session that I was following called out in the very first interval to cease from all-out sprinting. This surprised me as I realized that I unconsciously was doing exactly that.
Alternatives to racing II
A friend of mine and I were bemoaning the difficulties of writing papers. Typical arts students.
I always manage to turn things in on time. I cannot bear to take deductions based on lateness, rather than my skill. So, it boggles my mind when I hear of others like my friend who knowingly turns things in late. To her, the paper was not ready, so she didn’t turn it in until it was. For her, the greatest challenge when writing papers is bringing herself to finish it on time.
“But why?” I demanded to know.
She replied that she’s not sure herself, but perhaps it’s because she lives life a little slower. I can see that as a viable reason – she has told me about how she’s noticed certain trees on campus look particularly beautiful at sunset, and eased the speed that I would have gone at during our meetings by taking time to talk about things that aren’t on the agenda. Things such as school and family, which are in a way just as important, because it’s brought the two of us closer and thus made the meetings much better.
I walked by one of those trees she talked about, albeit early in the morning instead of at the end of the day. I chuckled as I eyed the orange leaves, drooping slightly with dampness, thinking to myself that it did look as gorgeous as my friend described.