Tonight’s track practice felt awfully cold and awfully difficult.
It shouldn’t have been any more or less difficult than last week’s drill, but for some reason I was just dragging. No, I wasn’t dragging. I was huffing and puffing. The whole time I couldn’t wait to be done, and then as soon as it was finished I was like, “Well, now, that wasn’t sooo bad, was it?”
I do that.
I get it in such a dither about speed work. I dread it. I try to find excuses not to go. But then I DO go. I don’t hate it and I’m filled with a sense of achievement after the workout. I know that speed work is making me a better runner. If that’s the case, then why do I have such a mental block when it comes to being motivated about speed work. There’s no reason. I get to see my running buddies. I get to chat during the warmup and cool down. I get to pick other runners’ brains. I get to run with some truly talented runners. You’d think it’d be all over that like almond butter on a banana. But that’s just not so.
Add this to my list of 2009 Resolutions:
Get psyched about speed work.