Today's workout is brought to you by the word "bomb"

You know you're a crazy committed runner when you get up at 4:40 am so you can make the 5:45 workout. And you like it.

Today we did intervals at Zilker. For the non-running readers, intervals are where you run fast, then slow down, then run fast, then slow down, then run fast, then slow down, then rinse and repeat. The run fast parts were 1 x 2k & 4 x 1k. 1k = 0.62 of a mile, for those of you who are metrically challenged.

On the last 1k, we were told to "drop the bomb". Apparently what kind of bomb we were supposed to drop was open to interpretation. One of my fellow runners dropped not one, but several bombs, four laps prematurely. I don't know if I would have called them "bombs", exactly; more like little propulsive explosions. I was happy I was running beside and not downwind of her. As for myself, I fully expected to drop the F-bomb on the last lap. I thought I would be struggling to finish, rubber-legged, desperate to stop, crying "Fuuuuuuck!" as I ran the last 100 meters, for I and any kind of speed work have been estranged for the past year or so. However, I've been surprising myself on these workouts. I'm stronger than I realized. That last lap was hard (as it should have been), but not painful. I can't say I dropped the bomb, but I did manage to lay it down gently on the ground.

Next time on Running With the Gazelles: The Long Run. For the non-running readers, this is where you run for a long time. According to Gilbert, "it's going to be wild!" Can't wait to see how that's interpreted.