All that trash talking I did about my last 2 speed runs? I forgot to knock on wood so the gods wouldn't hear me bragging and punish me (yes; that's why you knock on wood). Obviously that gal lying on the ground isn't I, but I sure know what she felt like.
Today's training prescription, a la my marathon training schedule: run a 10K (6.2 miles) as fast as you can. (at mid-day in high heat and humidity in my case).
I recruited the 13-year-old to accompany me on his bike to push me when I became tired.
Here, roughly, is a log of my thoughts from beginning to end.
Before the run.
I am feeling GOOD.
I can do this.
I am strong.
I want Boston.
I will tell myself to push when it hurts; run through the pain. Pain makes us stronger.
The first mile:
Hey- this is going pretty well. It's a little hot, but I'm okay. I'm feeling strong. I can do this. I WILL do this. (7:28)
The second mile:
Yeah. I'm getting a little tired. Maybe I started out a little too fast.
No... I'm not going to sabotage myself.
I CAN do this. Keep a rhythm.
Relax. Acknowledge the discomfort and run through it.
This is what's making me faster and stronger.
shew. I'm tired. (7:35)
The third mile:
Is the wind behind me or in front of me? When I turn around will it be harder?
I don't think I can do this. I think I'm gonna rest at the half way mark at 3.1.
No- I'm strong. I can do this. I'm supposed to push.
I can't. I have to slow down or stop at 3.1 (7:40)
(meanwhile- the 13-year-old, recruited for encouragement, is so far ahead of me he can't even hear when I yell. He's just in his own world ignoring me. It's inspiring).
The fourth mile
Wow. I didn't realize how tired I was until I stopped to rest.
It's really hot.
I'm going to keep pushing, though.
I've rested a couple of minutes, and now I'm going to push through.
I have to slow down.
My body temperature is way high.
I can't wait to get a drink of water when I get home.
I wish I were home already.
It's HOT. I'm being a wimp. I want this run to be over...
No... it's not healthy to go all out in this heat. I could hurt myself.
I have to stop again after this next mile.
shew. I'd love to walk.
No. I'm not walking. I need to keep going.
If I'm going to stop after another mile, I may as well speed up and get this mile overwith.
The fifth mile
Okay; I'm going more slowly but I'm continuing.
I've slowed down but this workout has done me good.
I may not have done the prescribed workout but I got my butt out here and did speedwork, even if it did turn into intervals rather than a tempo run.
Man it's hot.
I feel a bit nauseated. (8:32)
The sixth mile
Okay. It's really hot. It's really humid. I'm thirsty. I'm tired.
I can't do this. I've got to walk.
I walked until the last 1/3 of a mile, which I ran at a 7:00 pace out of guilt.
The thirteen-year-old? Home already, bike neatly put away.
Oh well. Some days ya got it; some days ya don't.