Out at the speedway

Some kind of Elvis thing.

The hard running is over. Outside of races, I don't have to run hard/fast for a few months. As much as I enjoy opening it up every once in a while, it gets tough to grind out some of these efforts. I know they work, and I know they'll pay off, but it's tough to get psyched up about a workout when you know you're going to bleed out your eyeballs.

This is when the treadmill is a blessing/taskmaster. I know the pace I need to run for each interval, so I can just hit the buttons and away we go. The flip side, of course, being that when I get tired, I'm not allowed to slow down.

To be honest, I got through the day much better than I expected to. I handled the fifteen minute interval without much trouble, and got through the ten minute interval without dying. The short rest and increased speed of the last five minute set almost got to me, but I toughed it out to the end, and if I really had to, I could have hung on for another minute or two.

Then I spent most of the evening lying on the couch, or shuffling like a zombie in search of food. Good times.

Run: 55 minutes, w/15 minutes @ 9.0 mph, 3 min recovery, 10 minutes @ 9.2 mph, 2 min recovery, 5 minutes @ 9.4 mph + 4 strides