(OK, I actually did write this post this morning; I just forgot to publish it.)
Good morning! It’s a beautiful spring day, I just finished my 3-mile double, and I thought I’d talk about Tuesday’s track workout while I eat a lovely breakfast of Greek yogurt, Wawa coffee, oatmeal with apple/chia seeds/almond butter/cinnamon, and of course my daily multivitamin. No class until 12:30. 🙂
All right! Tuesday’s workout…Let’s just say I have no trouble recalling the experience because my body still despises me two days later.
The (good? bad?) thing about getting fitter and faster is that your coaches will adjust your workout paces accordingly. On Tuesday, I was put in sort of a new workout group. We went out for our 3 mile warm-up and then did drills and strides before our coach told us the workout.
5 x 400 at 77-75 seconds, 4 x 800 at 2:38, 4-5 x 400 at 77-75 seconds
What actually happened: 5 x 400 at 76-75 seconds, 3 x 800 at 2:43, 2:47, 2:48, 1 x 600 at 2:04, 4 x 400 at 78, 77, 76, 76
By the time the first 5 x 400 was over, it felt like I’d already done an entire workout, and we were less than 1/3 done. Our coach told us to hit 79 for each lap of the 800s (um, what), but I’m pretty sure the only time I ran 79 was the first lap of the first 800. Each one after that got slower and slower. And they were still fairly faster than I’m used to! By the third 800, my legs were immovable logs and I was pretending the 800s were 600s because the last 200 doesn’t matter amirite 😉 So I’d get to 600m and then just death-march the last 200. My coach modified my 4th 800 to a 600 (bless).
Am I being dramatic?
For the last set of 400s, she had us do the first two backwards on the track, which was pretty weird. I led the last three 400s and at that point I was just riding the pain train home. We hit 78, 77, 76, and 76.
After a 3 mile cool down in which we were so destroyed that we were babbling nonsensically, we completed a leg lift and then stretched, rolled, and ice bathed.
The next morning, my roommate and I both woke up to cross train, fairly hobbled to the rec, and I sat at the edge of the pool for a little bit because I just could. not. get. in. Everything hurt. I felt like a zombie. But this is the work that will give us an edge in future races!
In my meeting with my coach yesterday, she brought up a really good point (see above). I’m at an entirely new fitness level for myself right now. While the paces she gives me may sound scary, she gives them to me because she thinks/knows I can hit them. Just because I’ve never run that fast before doesn’t mean I can’t do them now. I need to work on believing in myself in races and in workouts when I get to the point where I can either make a move or stay where I am. In this new fitness territory, it’s all about confidence!