Well, most of you lose.
Vanilla, you were over. Xenia, how about you eat some crow. Brooke, your lucky streak has ended. Nitmos, you might as well uncross your fingers; gambling just isn't your sport.
Your bets were unwisely placed. I fell not once last night during my snowy speed intervals. ("Speed" being used very loosely.) The thing I did do once was hit my goal pace range (3:38-3:48).
Note to self: Slippery surfaces are not conducive to fast running.
(Yes, Sarah, you told me so. You were right. But don't get too cocky. Even a broken clock is right twice a day.)
The only reader who had faith in my balance and coordination was TFH. The backhand of that compliment is that she called my planned 3 x 800 session a "sissy workout."
"You need the snow to make it worthwhile," she wrote.
Well, I guess then it was very worthwhile. There was plenty of snow. By the end of the second 800-meter interval, I was shaking off ice clumps from the bottoms of my shoes. I'll blame my slow splits on the added weight to my feet.
- Intervals: 3 x 800 meters
- Lap 1: 3:46
- Lap 2: 3:51
- Lap 3: 4:03
- Falls: 0
- Totals: 3:53.3 average (7:49 pace); 4.2 miles (includes warm up, recovery laps and cool down)
But I never really thought I'd fall. Unlike you.
What most of you failed to remember was how I spent my youth playing ice hockey, which I only mentioned here, here, here and here.
I guess I've kept it pretty quiet.
The truth is I'm pretty stable on the ice. I started ice skating seriously when I was 8 years old. (See that? My ice-skating skills are legally allowed to drink.) The ice arena was my babysitter. It was also once my employer.
Skating to me is like riding a bike, more so than actually riding a bike. I might fall when there are a couple of leaves on the ground, but not so with ice.
And yes, Vava, this does mean I'm as sure-footed as a mountain goat. Ice doesn't faze me.
(Pause, to knock on wood.)
So, Marcy, to answer your question, the way I roll in the winter is indeed sans YakTrax or "whatever gripping dealy." I wear my regular running shoes. Nothing special.
I keep hearing about YakTrax, and I've been talking about screw-shoes for like a year now. In reality, I probably won't pursue either until I really bite it on the ice.
Question of the day: What is the Irony Score of running on an icy track that is behind an ice arena? What if said ice arena is the very same ice arena where I learned to ice skate?
I think J. Peterman would call that perfect irony.