For the first time in several weeks I had no desire to run. My little distracting track team wouldn't be there. And Martini bailed on account of some knee pain. The prospect of nine 800-meter repeats just didn't sound appealing. How would I motivate myself?
I mean really! Who wants to run when it's 73 degrees, low humidity, minimal heat index with blue skies and the prospect of complete solitude?
Wait a minute ... who am I?
I snapped out of my doldrums when I got home and slipped into my evening wear. The focus slowly started to return as I pulled my shorts up, reached into my shirt, slid my socks on, and tightened the laces to my Brooks.
Ironically, the track was the busiest I've seen it all summer. Families galore, many walkers and a few runners. I felt like I was back at the race, hemmed in on all sides. Of course, I outlasted them all. By the fifth repeat I was almost all alone. But then the most annoying thing happened.
More annoying than a toddler trying to snap my knee ligaments. More annoying than a track coach being a dipshit. More annoying than the sun being sunny. Even more annoying than a blogger linking to the same stories over and over again.
I saw a teenager on a bicycle on the track as I rounded the third corner. Get the fuck off the track you twerp, I thought. And then I heard a strange whirring from behind me as two more bicycle bandits blew by me. Then they did it again my next repeat, only this time sandwiching me between their spinning pedals. Innocently, I wondered how difficult it would be to use a shovel on this surface.
Regardless of the trials and tribulations of a curmudgeonly booze runner, the intervals were all but perfect.
9x800 meters (goal pace: 3:38.3 - 3:48.5)
- 3:34 -- Whoa there! And I coasted the final 200 m!
- 3:47 -- Fooled! That kid wasn't as fast as I thought; had to go all out to hit my pace.
- 3:50 -- FAIL! Did someone say something about all out?
- 3:35 -- Leaving nothing in the tank!
I have not noticed an overwhelming drop in my other training paces. However, in the span of a month, I shaved 2:22 from my 10K pace. I'm anxious to see how the workout translates to the marathon.