I felt better during this week's workout. I didn't really run any faster. But at least I didn't feel like I was running under water, like last week.

The best part about group track workouts is hanging with all the other slow runners. It seems we all dream of running as fast as those that whiz past us. We watched (with admiration) as one of the fast groups came in from their 1600 (I think). The times being called 5:28, 5:31, etc. A gentleman in our group said longingly, "Oh, but to do it in 5:28." We all chuckled.

I did a better job keeping track of my times this week. Here they are:

400 (2:00)
Rest 400 (2:14)
800 (4:07)
Rest 400 (2:28)
1200 (6:14)
Rest 800 (5:30?) I can't remember the exact times for the next three; but these are close estimates.
800 (4:20?)
Rest 400 (2:40?)
400 (1:48) I got tired of the little old lady beating me. So I ran this one a lot faster. She still beat me.
1200 slow jog

On a parenting note: I had to hire a babysitter. My husband had to go back to work for a second-shift employee meeting. It was his (and his bosses) job to explain to them why their raises wouldn't match the rising cost of fuel and groceries. Fun, eh? Anyway, instead of wasting an opportunity to be alone, we met up after our respective obligations and had a lovely dinner. I had fillet mignon and two glasses of wine. A rare and priceless evening in the world of parenting.