I like fast running. Really. I do. But I realized something during my strides/cooldown tonight that makes me quite happy. Outside of some short race speed efforts, and the race itself, I won't do any speedwork on the run for almost 4 months. Four months. I'm really going to enjoy that. Like I said, it's not that I don't like running fast, but it beats the tar out of me. I am never more wiped out than after my hard running nights. I could ride myself into the ground, and still be somewhat cognizant for the remainder of the evening, but tonight my wife was worried I was depressed, when I was just zoned out from tiredness. It will be very nice to spend a few months just building that steady volume base that will make more speedwork possible next spring.
The run itself was simple: 2 mile warm-up, 5 miles hard, 1 mile cooldown. Hard was an accurate adjective, or at least it described the last 1.5 miles. Not that I was ever in danger of not finishing, I probably had another mile or two in my legs/lungs, but it was well into the "discomfort zone". Now there's a day of recovery, then the last tough bike ride, and long run over the weekend. Then it's two weeks of rest/taper/peak, and off to finish my season in fine form.
Run: 8 miles, as 2 miles @ 7.5 mph, 5 mile @ 9.0 mph, 1 mile @ 7.5 mph + 4 strides
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