Sometimes track workouts rock. Sometimes they hurt. Sometimes they are just nasty. Yesterday’s workout looked like this on paper:
3 x 1000 – 4oo meter recoveries
4 X 500 – 100 meter floats
But it felt like hell.
Somewhere during the third 1000 meter repeat I wanted to barf all over the infield and quit. The urge was overwhelming. Quitting would have been so easy, too. So much easier than running one more time around the track. It felt like I was putting in 110% effort and moving nowhere.
Luckily the track was filled with fellow Red Lizard teammates and our coach. Everytime I considered stopping, which was about 14 times a second, I had to think about what that would feel like to quit in front of my friends and fellow runners. I just couldn’t do that. So, I huffed and puffed and struggled my way through the track practice.
And you know what? 24 hours later, with that track workout firmly in my rearview mirror, I’m really glad that I did see it through.
That’s what I call peer pressure!