Yesterday I woke up early and ran slowly and sleepily up a very steep hill near my apartment. After shuffling up the urban mountain, I cruised back down to complete the 5-mile loop, hopped in the shower and sped to work.
That was the easy part of my day.
Later, and as a second workout of the day, I ran track practice with my local running club, The Red Lizards. My relationship with speed work isn’t the greatest. I know I need to do speed work. I acknowledge that it’s good for me, but I have such a hard time dealing with it. It’s the only workout of the week that I truly dread. I’m trying my hardest to breakdown this psychological barrier. What is it with track practice that gets me almost as nervous as racing? Maybe it’s the prospect of pushing myself outside of my comfort zone. Maybe it’s knowing that it’s going to hurt. Maybe it’s because I know I need it.
Whatever it is, I look forward to track like I look forward to doing my taxes. It’s not fun, but I hope that it’s worth it.
So after work jogged to track practice with a belly full of dread – but it was all for naught because track practice rocked.
Here’s the workout:
1X 1600 – 400m recovery. I ran it in 6:10
400-600-400 with 100m recoveries between each
2X800m -400m recoveries. I ran both a 2:57
WOW! I may have felt like I weighed a zillion pounds and my legs were full of cement, but my times proved otherwise.
Conclusion: Track Practice, I hate to love you. I love to hate you. You’re my new best frienemy!