Yesterday was a bad day. I fell down. It hurt. Today was better because:
- I couldn't feel as bad as I did last night.
- A workout was on the calendar for yesterday and I didn't do it, so I would do it today!
Whatever the reason, I always look forward to a good speed workout. Today really was my first real workout since training for Richmond. Last Wednesday I ran a few intervals on Fort Avenue, but I wasn't that focused and I didn't get my speed down to where I wanted it. It was my first real week back of running.
|day 10. january 10. post-workout...compression sox rock.|
I warmed up on campus and up Langhorne Lane.
Gregg came over to the track after my warmup to watch.
I started my intervals. It was warm-ish outside for January but I had on long sleeves and compression socks. I love how running on the track instantly warms me up. I start sweating, my breath is labored, more rhythmic. It's the pattern and consistency of the track that I really enjoy. Knowing that each lap or part of a lap is going to be the same if I work hard enough.
I had 3 minutes of recovery between each interval. They flew by. They seemed to go faster than the 2 minutes of actual running.
By the fourth interval, I was hurting a bit. Gregg had gone inside and the only person to look at was a passerby outside the track. The lights weren't even on because school wasn't back in session. It was dark, I was alone, and the night was quiet.
When I'm almost done with a workout, I always try to make the last interval really count.
|day 10. january 10. don't stop believing!|
Those last two minutes, I pushed harder. Really gave it my all. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. Hurt so good.