I feel like I need a sign. A yellow caution sign for my basement. There'd be a black stick figure of me running on my treadmill in true logo form (running skirt and ponytail but minus the jogging stroller of course) next to which would be a small child stick figure playing with an even teeny tinier stick figure dolly. THAT is how I run intervals.
My last interval workout went a little something like this on paper:
1 Mile Warmup
(each with a 90 second jog/walk rest in between)
1 Mile Cool Down
Simple enough right? Only I had to run that during Tiger Baby's nap with Rough & Tumble Little Princess in tow in my basement on the treadmill. To accomplish such a feat required a snack, a drink, a movie and a little mini Ariel doll along with her luggage (3 dresses, 3 pairs of shoes, Flounder, Sebastian, an unnamed seahorse, a necklace, and a treasure chest...all currently on sale right now at Meijer complete with a tiny carrying case for $8.99 btw) to entertain my little darling who was coming along for the ride.
So were all set up and ready to go and this is how the workout actually went in the real world:
1 Mile Warm Up
Push the play button following the dvd stall after all the commercial previews
Help open snack & put Ariel's shoes on
Change Ariel's dress
Tie shoe (mine)
1200 Meters (Realize half way through that you've been running your speed workout on an incline because your husband forgot to decline the belt after his workout)
Take off Ariel's dress put tail back on
Help find Ariel
Tie shoe again (I don't know what my shoelace's problem was. Left foot only. Would not cooperate. Not in the mood for running I guess.)
Put Ariel's dress back on
Find one more show so there's time to get in a cool down and stretch
1 Mile Cool down
Help find Ariel's other two dresses, three pairs of shoes, necklace, Flounder, Sebastian, seahorse and treasure chest all of which went missing in the short time it took to complete the workout. (Fortunately, all were eventually recovered.)
PHEW. You should see me running like a fool between the treadmill and my daughter, trying to get it all in without missing a beat. (Hence the need for a sign. Lookout world! There's a fast moving focused mamma down here!) But perhaps the real accomplishment in all this is that I have successfully trained an almost four year old to wait until the treadmill slows down to ask for favors instead of interrupting my hard running (well...almost...she makes her requests whenever the mood hits, but she knows I won't oblige until I get a break in my workout and waits patiently. Actually, it works out great. I'm so distracted yelling "what? WHAT? Speak up."
to try to hear her over the hum...nay...ROAR of my fast moving treadmill belt and then busy planning how to get whatever task I've promised her done during my 90 second rest, that the intervals seem to get done in no time).
So really, I suppose you could say I run my interval workouts to teach my daughter patience. Now if I happen to get fitter and faster in the process, so be it. Who am I to complain?
'Til next time...