January Crockpot Extravaganza!

So today marks the first day of my month of frozen crockpot meals. What does that mean, you may be wondering. Well it means that Whit here is uber lazy. And uber busy. And when I cook something, I actually end up eating something else entirely because I hate what I have made. And that's usually a PBJ or frozen taquitos or veggie chicken nuggets (because that's somewhat healthier).

I'm also in a cooking rut, so on my one and a half week vacation to Florida, I sat down on Pinterest and found a bunch of pins about cooking (or, in my case, prepping) a whole bunch of meals for the month and sticking them in the crockpot. 

Yesterday, I went to Wegmans (the best grocery store ever) and bought a LOT of food. I had pre-built my shopping list using the Wegmans App and the recipes I had chosen, so all I had to do when I got there was find the stuff and stick it in the cart. I ended up spending about $285 total, which included both dinner food and breakfast/lunch food. When I run out of perishables mid-month (yogurt, fruit, etc). I will make a small run, but I should actually be mostly good for the entire month. 

Here's the damage. I had to get a big cart because I had so much food! While most of the recipes call for only boneless/skinless breast, I tossed in some bl/sl chicken thighs as well, because I personally prefer the taste of thighs to breasts. Where possible I tried to get organic vegetables, and I did get some organic stew meat, but the rest of the meat was non-organic.

But, of course, I forgot the two most important ingredients - Crock Pot Liners and Freezer bags. So add another $15 onto that. 

This morning, I got up and began the process of assembling my foodstuffs. Since I am le one person, I can make a regular sized meal and have plenty of leftovers. And I also opted to make some homemade versions of my go-to frozen meals - taquitos, pizza, etc. Because I wanted a bit of a challenge, I incorporated a "Meatless Monday" angle to it as well, so Mondays will be some form of a vegetable soup (My blender will be getting a workout because I HATE eating vegetables). 

Here's the list of recipes that I opted to create:

1. Fiesta Chicken Soup - I made two batches of this - which is strange because I'm nervous I won't like it. Welp, gonna be eating a lot of it, so I'd better suck it up!

2. Lemon Garlic Chicken

3. Balsamic Steak

4. Honey Romano Pork

5. Balsamic Pork (was supposed to be Green Chile Pork Tacos, but I ended up using all the salsa and such for a second batch of the fiesta chicken soup. I also had some extra balsalmic vinegar, more on that below, so I said, why not)

6. Mongolian Beef - I subbed chia seeds for corn starch here. 

7. Pesto Chicken - I made a LOT of this, so I'm going to have a lot of leftovers. This seems like it would be good mixed in with other stuff - like maybe a quinoa salad or regular salad - so I think it's okay

8. Broccoli Cheddar Soup (I put the chopped carrots, frozen broccoli, onion powder, and garlic in a bag and tossed it in the freezer, but I'm counting it).

9. Homemade Taquitos - More below

10. Frozen Pizzas - I used whole wheat pizza dough for this, more below

11. Lentil Burgers - More below

Also three soups that I will prep the Sunday before for Meatless Monday:

12. Butternut Squash Soup

13. Black Bean Soup

14. Tomato Basil Soup

Also also, because eating a turkey sandwich every day isn't the healthiest thing in the world, I'm prepping some lunch food for the week as well. I bought a few lbs of quinoa and I plan to add in stuff like feta, olives, pepperocini, and greek dressing (obvs. a greek salad), caprese-type salad, and maybe a southwestern-type salad. I also want to try and make some lettuce wraps, but not sure if that's gonna work out for me.

But I digress. Onto the main event. Crockpot dinners!

I started off by writing down all of the names of the recipes on the bags. Since I work 8hrs a day, the crockpot is gonna run for 8hrs, so that was easy. Most of these recipes are all in the bag, so there's not really anything else I need to write on here. If I do this again, I'll write the dates on the bags, but since all of these were made on the same day, there's really no need.

Then I chopped a lot of garlic and carrots.

But wait, there's a key ingredient missing, right? Well, anyone who knows me knows that I have a vile, evil, loathing hatred of Alliom cepa, otherwise known as the common Onion. But, I actually miss the taste of onions when I don't cook with it. What to do, what to do.

Solution: Onion Powder! All the taste, none of the nasty.

I also forgot to grab ginger, so I'm using the ground stuff where the recipe said real ginger. It's fine. 

Once I had prepped the ingredients, it was time to start assembling. I stuck the bags in a bowl to keep them upright until they stood on their own. It made things a little easier, actually.

It was actually pretty easy to assemble everything. The hardest part was trying to get the boneless skinless chicken out of its individually-wrapped packaging (normally, I love that Wegmans does this. But today, not so much). 

I wanted to brag - this is a lemon from my parent's fruit trees in Florida. 

For both the balsalmic steak and pork, I used this esperesso balsamic I'd had in my house for a loooooooooong time. I figured it was already aged, I had just aged it a little more. ;) 

This is the finished product:

Then it was onto making my non-crockpot frozen options. I bought a whole roasted chicken at wegmans and plucked it dry for my taquitos

Obvs the dogs were interested in getting a piece of chicken too

Then I assembled the taquitos. I ended up using both burrito tortillas and gordita tortillas, simply because I had a lot of filling. Next time, I'll add less filling and make smaller taquitos, but it's good for now:

I'm not gonna lie, I ate one (or two). The cream cheese really makes it.

When those were cooking, I started on my frozen pizzas. Now, much like wth onions, I actually am super finnicky with my pizzas. So I opted to create a white pizza with tomatoes and such on it.

I opted to not put the spinach on before freezing/cooking, so it'll be fresh on top when I eat it.

And since I had mozzarella and tomatoes left over...I had some ready-made caprese mix ins for my Quinoa salad lunch on Monday! (I'll make the quinoa tomorrow to preserve freshness)

Last, but not least, the lentil burgers. I started off by boiling a bag of green lentils (recipe calls for black, but I don't know the difference hah!). 

I grated a carrot, added in the onion powder, garlic powder, and tumeric. Then I deviated from the recipe and added in Chia seeds instead of flaxseed, and reduced the amount of eggs (I was making a double batch, and the recipe called for 4 eggs for a single batch). Now I'm letting the mixture sit for a while to see how much the chia seeds absorb. If they don't absorb enough then I'll add in some panko crumbs. 

After these sit for a while, I'll fry them up into little patties and stick them in the freezer. The last thing I need to get is some cling wrap to wrap everything up in before I stick them in the freezer. Then it'll be time to clean and nap. 

Or maybe I'll nap now. 

Yes, I think I'll nap now.

I'll post some reviews on each of these recipes that I tried and their modifications. So stay tuned!

New Year, New Goals, New Perspective

Ah, 2013, you can eat my poo.

Seriously, though, with the exception of my bestie getting murried in March, this year has been a piece of crap. 

So now that it's over, here I am again home in Florida, looking at a 15+ hour trip back to Virginia and thinking about all of the things that I want to happen in 2014. My "new years resolutions," if you will. Which, based on my expectations from last year, you would think I would have learned my lesson.

Well universe, calling your bluff. I'm putting some plans down. Hit me with your best shot (please don't). 

January starts my newest monthly dietary/food-related "thing." I actually seriously fail at dinner most every night of the week (and cleaning up). So this month, to help myself, I'm pre-making all of my food this weekend and sticking it in my freezer. That's right, one whole month of pre-made meals that I can pull out, stick in the crockpot (using a liner), turn on all day, and enjoy after my workout. In addition, I'm putting some healthier stuff on the menu for lunch everyday, like quinoa salad variations and lettuce wraps. The goal is to detox after my annual fattening in Florida. 

Although, I am proud to admit that I HAVE been exercising while I've been down here. I'm still in foot-recovery mode - 1-2 minute intervals have been all I've been able to do. Which has actually been worse for my poor asthmatic lungs than for my foot (but let's face it, my foot hurts sometimes too). Today I need to quit blogging and go out and do 5 (!) minute intervals. 

These intervals are actually kind of nice because it's forcing me to learn how to run faster slowly. So who knows, maybe when I get back to normal running, I'll actually be doing 9 minute miles! 

When I'm not running, I'm being a total boss on my mom's elliptical. Because that's how I roll. And on that note, it's time to go for a run.

Race Recap

Did I just run a marathon? Is it done? Let's do another one!

That's kind of how I feel right now. 

But let's start at the beginning...

The night before the race, I had a grand ol' time making signs for the dreaded Haines Point, and then going to the annual pasta party where I'm pretty sure I ate wayy too much. So, of course, I woke up at midnight - wide awake - freaking out about the marathon. I tossed and turned for a few hours - think I slept from 2-5 perhaps. But then I was up at 5 and couldn't for the life of me go back to sleep. And my stomach was still doing flip-flops. 

As you can probably surmise, that left me barely able to eat a banana. Surprisingly, the cup of coffee I made myself did calm my stomach down a little. But I had to have a talk with myself:

Me #1: Whit, you don't have to go.

Me #2: But, I want to go!

Me #1: Really, then why are you freaking out?

Me #2: Becaaaaaause

Me #1: This is a choice. You have a choice. If you don't want to do it, then don't. Otherwise, shut your face and get going.

(I was reminded later that if I hadn't shown up, I would have been verbally acosted by my Pacers people, so I actually did not have a choice in the matter)

I also had a fellow Pacer's bag of stuff that I was dropping off at our tent (Pacers sets up a tent for the "VIPs" to leave their stuff. Usually has food, beer, champagne, and other stuff. It's great because it's right outside the finisher's circle and you don't have to bagcheck your crap). Luckily, I timed my metro ride right and was able to hook up with my friends. Chatting with them for the ride over was calming, but I was still unable to eat more than half of my bagel. 

We made our way down to the starting line, and I started to get hungry (WTF body). But we got into the line, boom went the howitzer, and off we went. 

The first two miles, I was actually stuggling to not walk. But I think I just needed to warm up. There's a good song that I picked for the first mile - Brooke Frasier is always my long run kick-off songs. The song is called Cochella, and it's about when she played at the music festival after suffering from some blues for a while. Seeing the mass of humanity was so beautiful to her that it lifted her spirits and she was able to compose new music. 

Anyways, there's a line in there like this "We're standing at the shore/in the smoke and the starlight/at the edge of a human sea/and the tide is in..." And it was really appropriate for the first couple of miles because there were people EVERYWHERE! 

Going up the hill was a challenge (as always), but I made it to the first water stop. Since unable to bring my NorthFace backpack (although I saw people with them, bastards), I had to bring my Amphipod Water Belt. But that also meant I didn't have any NUUN, so I had to drink the gatorade on the course. In any case, I tried to drink it at every water stop. 

After the hill, we looped around to Spot Run Parkway, which is all downhill. I kept it slow and steady, finding a large man carrying a flag to trail behind for the duration. I really like Spout Run Parkway, there's a pretty waterfall, you get to see the Georgetown side of the Potomac, and it's just nice. Then we were back up in Rosslyn, over the Key Bridge, and into Georgetown. 

By this point, I was feeling good now. I had a good and steady pace, I was only stopping for water and gatorade. After Georgetown, we ended up going up water street and around to Rockville Pike - new addition to this course, although we had run it twice over the summer. 

I really like this new course, there seemed to be a lot more folks out on the course, and it was much more shaded and scenic (not to mention less hilly). Right around mile 8, I started to feel a little fatigued, so I walked for a little bit. Starting back up was hard, but I muddled through it, all the way to the end of Rock Creek. 

Between miles 8-11, I think I started to take more walk breaks. Then we got on Haines Point, which is my favorite part, simply for the signs! I made some awesome ones:

"You're running better than Healthcare.Gov"

"ERMEGERD! RERN! MERETHERN!"

"If you're sad, just imagine a T-Rex doing a push-up."

"Hey Girl, You look hot in compression shorts. - Ryan Gosling" 

"Hey Girl, I love a woman that can go for 4 hours. - Ryan Gosling"

"Run like Miley is twerking behind you!"

"Run! Sharknado is coming!"

"I put up this sign at 3am - Don't disappoint me!" 

And for my buddies:

"Ed & Eileen - Your retaining wall fell down..."

"Abi - Just wait at the finish, Amos is going to run another 25."

"Sonia - The spectator guide is fine. Have a great run!"

"Whit - You aren't going to die. Suck it up and deal with it. <3 Whit from 12 hours ago" 

Right around mile 14 was when I think I hit a mini-wall. It was hard to concentrate, it was hard to think, and it was really hard to run. But I took another GU and muddled through. Also, I think at this point, my fuel belt started to really hurting my stomach (never again!!!). 

The point after Haines (miles 15-17) is just a hard part for me mentally, I don't know why. It's a long stretch from Haines to the Lincoln back to the mall. I walked a lot more than I wanted to, and I began counting down the miles (Only 9 left, only 8 left - an hour and a half). 

Last year, I coudn't remember running on the first side of the mall, so I took a mental note to remember it. The sun had started to come out, so I was able to pull off my little mini-jacket and wrap it around my waist. We strolled around the Capital and I got my picture taken on the other side (we'll see how those turn out!). Then it was down the mall to the 14th street bridge.

WHERE I SAW MY FIRST AND ONLY CHEERING SECTION!!!!!! I was so happy to have seen SOMEBODY on the course for me. Thank you Jeana, Chrissy, and Kelly! Also, I didn't realize Tanya was there too! 

That happiness lasted me for like five minutes, then it was back to walking. LOL. 

I had timed my music to play songs like "Single Ladies" and Sara Evans' "A little bit stronger" at the bridge, and it was good. But I took a break to check my phone and see all of the supportive messages that my friends and family had sent. I love you guys so much!!!!

At this point, since I was walking more than running, my foot started to hurt. But we muddled through, trying to run as much as we could. My stomach (not the actual stomach, but the muscles outside of it) was hurting more than the foot - I had to take my fuel belt off a few times just to relieve the pressure. It even completely cramped up towards the end. 

Crystal City held my favorite stop - Annapolis Runner's Coke station! But the bastards only had diet coke, so I couldn't drink any of it. So we continued on, around 23rd street, and back to Army Navy. For some reason, I got a second wind and was able to run more than I had been. Could have been the angry music that started playing. 

We came to the Pentagon and then up 27. We're now at the last two miles, folks! I caught up with a group of runners who were running with TAPS and set them as my pacers for a while. But my stomach was really cramping at this point, and I had to walk. 

The last mile or so, I tried as hard as I could to run, but the pain in my stomach was too much. I did go up the hill, and all the way to the finish. 

Then I just wanted my medal, my finisher's pack and to get to the Pacers tent. Where my buddies were there to great me and give me a hug!

So, all in all, I am very happy with my performance. Without my backpack, with a reduced training schedule due to foot injury, and with all the other crap that I had to deal with, I still shaved 20 minutes off of my time from last year. Which is actually pretty impressive. 

What is more satisfying is that I know I can do better (Not could, Mom, can). Which is why I'm going to try to do the Pensacola Marathon next year. I'll be home, where I have a built-in cheering committee, and possibly some great running partners (Val - you gotta do at least six with me!). 

Which means I get to be the most awesome spectator at next year's Marine Corps! I see balloons and a dry erase board in my future....

(I will edit this post later to update with links and garmin info :))

Marathon Eve

Well, here we are again folks - marathon eve. Pardon another reflective post....

In December of last year, I laid out a nice big plan for the next year. I thought that my running would continue to improve effortlessly, I thought I was going to be promoted because my project was going to succeed, I thought I was going to be engaged. I put in so much hard work for so long that I just knew that I would be reaping the rewards of my hard work. 

As we all know, none of these things happened. I didn't get what I "deserved" and spent most of the summer in a weird place emotionally, mentally, and sometimes physically. I kept making "plans" and having expectations of things only to find them continuously dashed by reality.

So, very recently, I have made some very different plans. Namely to not have them anymore. I have decided that the universe (God, Flying Spaghetti Monster, whathaveyou) will figure out what will happen, and I am absolutely helpless to control it. 

Which is why I'm feeling very Zen about this marathon tomorrow. I know I can't control the outcome, and, at this point, I have done literally everything I could possibly do to be successful. I can't control whether my foot starts throbbing, or whether I get too cold or whether I just plain ol' run out of gas. What I can do is bring a jacket, bring an extra gu, and hope for the best. And, most importantly, not get angry with myself for not doing better.

I bring a lot of yoga teaching to my running. Last year, I had a mantra, a chant that kept me going, "If not now, when?" This year the mantra is "Strong and Focused." 

Strong - Because I will run this marathon without anyone waiting for me at mile 20 (Beyonce and Single Ladies will get me through that particular emotionally jarring stretch of the course). Strong because I have trained with a sprained arch, trained while working more than 40 hours a week, trained while going to grad school. Strong because I have put myself through more than I ever thought I could handle, and I have come out clean on the other side.

Focused - Focused because my will to run is stronger than my desire to stay inside. Focused because I control my own thoughts - they do not control me. Focused because the only person who can run this race is me, and I will carry myself on my own two feet. 

All that being said, in yoga, we set an intention before every class. Sort of a, "here's why I have come to the mat today. And when the mat gets tough, I will return to my intention to remind myself why I am here today." 

Besides staying strong and focused, my intention for tomorrow is to be gentle with myself. To know the difference between my mind saying I can't and my body saying I can't. To accept my performance as it is and to be happy with it. Even if it means pull out mid-race, even if it means getting a worse time than last year. 

This is most likely going to be more difficult than running 26.2 miles. But if I can run 26.2 miles, I can be happy with the results.

And now I leave you with the theme of last year's marathon (Kelly Clarkson's Catch My Breath), and a great reminder of just how far I've come:

I don't wanna be left behind

Distance was a friend of mine

Catching breath in a web of lies

I've spent most of my life

Riding waves, playing acrobat

Shadowboxing the other half

Learning how to react

I've spent most of my time

Catching my breath, letting it go,

Turning my cheek for the sake of the show

Now that you know, this is my life,

I won't be told what's supposed to be right

Catch my breath, no one can hold me back,

I ain't got time for that

Catch my breath, won't let them get me down,

It's all so simple now

Addicted to the love I found

Heavy heart, now a weightless cloud

Making time for the ones that count

I'll spend the rest of my time

Laughing hard with the windows down

Leaving footprints all over town

Keeping faith, karma comes around

I will spend the rest of my life

Catching my breath, letting it go,

Turning my cheek for the sake of the show

Now that you know, this is my life,

I won't be told what's supposed to be right

Catch my breath, no one can hold me back,

I ain't got time for that

Catch my breath, won't let them get me down,

It's all so simple now

You helped me see

The beauty in everything

Catching my breath, letting it go,

Turning my cheek for the sake of the show

Now that you know, this is my life,

I won't be told what's supposed to be right

See you on the flipside.

A really honest blog posting

Failure.

Disappointment.

Giving up. 

Just a few words I would use to describe my run today. 

This run failure began on Tuesday or Wednesday, when I got the glorious news that the Marine Corps Marathon was banning backpacks. All backpacks, including my beloved security blanket, my North Face hydration backpack. Yeah, okay, security and all that, but COME ON PEOPLE.

I mean, look at this - wearing it last year. (well, there's more than 1 security blanket pictured in this photo...) How happy I am, thumbs up. I've got my security blanket(s) and I'm one happy girl

I was already getting used to the idea that my one security blanket was not going to be there at mile 20 

. But you know what, I was okay. I had my plan (HAH PLANS), I had my training, and I had my trusty backpack to bring all of my goodness in it. 

But now, 25 days before the run, I now find myself having to face running 26.2 miles without my backpack. The backpack that I trained with, the backpack that I'm comfortable with. And the ability to drink my blessed NUUN whenever I want. Because, you know, they don't have NUUN on the course. And I have my irrational fear of fainting on the course due to hypnoatremia (overhydration). So you know, commence freak-out.

(Honesty here)

I think this really has to do with the fact that no matter how much I run, deep inside I still think I'm the fat, asthmatic teenager that I used to be in middle/high school. Everytime something is slightly hard, my brain fires up with, "SEE? This is what I was telling you. You can't do this. Stop pretending to be a runner." So I try to think of every single contingency that could possibly come up with that could go wrong so I could tell my brain, "SHUT UP YOU STUPID BINT!" Dehydration, lack of food, lack of sugar, inhaler - everytime something comes up, I want to be able to shut down that voice and keep going. To be one of those people who effortlessly runs like a gazelle, instead of a warthog. 

The truth is, I have a really hard time controlling my own brain. It literally runs wild sometimes with thoughts and doubts and plans and dreams. Not just with running either, it's with a lot of things in life (read: dating). I tend to start daydreaming - knowing full well that I'm daydreaming, and that it will never come true. But you know, sometimes I get all wrapped up in it, and get disappointed.

Recently, I've determined that writing my books (yeah, I write books) is so fulfilling because it's the only thing in this world that I can control (ding ding ding - control issue). I can make the exactly what I plan happen just by typing it in. Poof, there it goes. There's no disappointment when I'm in total control of the situation.

Which brings me back to the crux of my freak-out about the change.

If I don't bring everything I am going to consume, that means I have to rely on other people. And what if those people let me down? Then my brain will go into overdrive and tell me to just quit. And I think I'm afraid of hearing that voice during the marathon. And actually listening to it, like I did last year, and failing miserably. Because I am not a gazelle, I am a warthog. 

BUT

I have 25 days to get my shit together and try to make the best out of a bad situation. 

So today I ran with a fuel belt instead of my backpack. I had 2 10oz bottles (and a prayer that I would find water stops every 5 miles or so), I bought a new holder for my peanut butter crackers and extra NUUN, my phone, and I safety pinned 6 GUs to my belt (because I can't fit in clif blocks). And I said, welp! time to go run 22 miles.

And it was fucking terrible. 

I'll tell you, the pressure on my stomach from the belt made me feel like I was going to vomit. The whole time. Although I am sure that the 90 degrees and high humidity levels didn't help. And also the fact that the gubment had shut down the trail I wanted to run on, so we had to run on another trail. So instead of going on the beautiful Capital Crescent Trail, I was stuck on the W&OD trail. 

And then my arch STARTED HURTING. So I had to basically limp home. The last 5 miles were 80% walking. 

I'm trying to stay positive. Really, I am. I'm trying to let go of control without giving up completely. You know, let go and let God (or whomever you like). 

So here are the positive things about today:

- I am alive and I ran 16 miles

- I may be able to run with GUs only and not NUUN. The GUs have a higher electrolyte level than the clif blocks. We shall test this concept next week.

- Salted Caramel GU is sent from the GODS. The GOOOOOODS

- I am going to physical therapy on Monday

:)

Blog!Fail

Hello there internet friends. 

Sorry I've been MIA for (almost) a month. Things and stuff and things. And work. Yikes for work.

I need to go log onto my Mac mini to sync my garmin so I can share with you all the awesomeness that I've been doing. 

But h'alas, it's upstairs, and I am down here. 

I've gone all the way up to 18 miles so far - which should be 20. Unfortunately, last week my arch sprain decided to flair up, which it does from time to time, but normally I can push through it. But last week was rough: I was in SharePoint training all week and off my normal schedule, and the Friday before the long run, I was in SharePoint class, then working in the afternoon (on a sloooooooooooooooooooooooow internet), then Grad School at night then Wegmans, which meant I didn't get home until 8:30. And I was all panicked all day (for no reason, wtf body).

Not to mention that the course ran us right by the cars at mile 14. So here I come a'hobbling up the sidewalk. I know I need to do another 6, but the consensus from the crowds was that, no, I shouldn't. So I didn't. 

And I was going to run at the Pentagon yesterday to finish the last six (to get practice on the course) but some asshat decided to start shooting up DoD offices. Besides the fact that I was panicked about certain people, I knew it was going to be a giant cluster at the PNT. So I didn't. 

Tonight, though, I did do a full 5 (up and down the hill), so I guess that makes up for it. And I also saw Mackenzie from Valens and she confirmed my arch is still sprained (yep!) and my muscles in my legs are tight. 

(This next sentence is legitimately the only reason for this post)

So right now I am using my stick, which hurts like a bitch. So to numb the pain and reduce inflammation, I am drinking a glass of red wine. 

Stick and wine. And dogs. Nothing better.

Jacob's Ladder

Tonight was another fun round of track repeats at TC Williams (Remember the Titans!). After a frenzied search for a parking spot, which was a total ordeal, I finally made it to the track. And since I was all hot and bothered about trying to get to the damned place, I was already warmed up too!

The plan for this evening was to run what is known as the ladder. Basically, you increase the distance for each "rep" then come back down. I checked with my intended marathon pace timing and came up with the following times for each of the different splits (Ch-ch-ch-check out my HTML table building skillz below).

Rep	Distance	Goal Time	Actual Time
400m	434m	2:11-2:19	2:10
800m	756m	4:34-4:45	4:09
1200m	1223m	7:01-7:32	6:45
1200m	1223m	7:01-7:32	7:10
800m	708m	4:34-4:45	3:58
400m	434m	2:11-2:19	1:30

Both the HTML table and my awesome splitz. 

(PS: Yes, I know there's supposed to be a 1600m rep in there, but it was lightening out and was getting dark, and I did not want my good friends Joe and Sonia to get electrocuted. Also, if you look at the garmin info, you'll note the last rep is shorter. That is because in my excitement to get a-moving, I forgot to turn on my watch. But I know I was freaking flying, so the last one is a guesstimate).