Every time I sit down to write a post I either fall asleep or need to eat something. Running 90+ miles in a week makes a girl tired. And hungry. Really tried. Really hungry. And you would think, or at least hope, that in a peak training week (third week in a row of high intensity and high mileage) that life would cut you some slack in some other areas, but, no such luck. Life goes on...busy and demanding.
Yesterday and today were the meat of my training week (along with a fast 20 miler coming up on Friday). Yesterday was an 18 mile day, with an 8-mile work out in the morning with 8x800 Yasso repeats, and then 10 miles at an easy pace in the afternoon.
I got up yesterday morning to a text from a friend who was supposed to go to the track with me saying she was sleeping in. I was tired. I wasn't looking forward to hitting the track by myself. I was uncharacteristically unmotivated. But I went through the motions, got ready to run, and headed out to the track just before 6am.
Even in to the warm up mile I was feeling somewhat hesitant and concerned about the workout ahead. But I started that first 800 and managed to flip a switch mentally and physically. I ran by feel (not checking my Garmin) and focused on my form, my breathing, and running fast through each 800. I jogged the rest intervals nice and easy and then hit it again.
I got into a groove, and while I was working REALLY hard, I was enjoying myself too. I found joy in pushing myself, and while it is tough to push yourself so hard when you are alone on a track, I also found it satisfying. It was me and the track. The trepidation I had felt earlier in the morning was completely gone and I was feeling confident, fast, and strong. I knew I was hitting the 800's and I knew I was having a great workout.
My splits were 2:57 (5:58 pace), 2:57, 2:56, 2:54, 2:56, 2:51, 2:53, and 2:47 (5:36 pace). I finished the last one feeling like I was going to barf and collapse, but after a few seconds, before I even let myself check my splits (I never look until I finish the workout), I was smiling. Those are the fastest 800's I have ever done, and they were in the middle of an 18 mile day and a 94 mile week. I feel like I am peaking at just the right time and that all of my training is coming together for a great marathon on September 1.
There were 10 easy miles yesterday afternoon, and a tough 12 miler this morning with eight miles between 6:20 and 7:00 pace. Tonight, my legs are tired! I have 10 easy miles in the morning then a fast 20 miler on Friday, 12 recovery miles on Saturday and then I will finally be at taper time. Whew. I am definitely looking forward to taper.
More soon. Time to sleep (after a quick snack).
"Runners lesson number one: Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did." - @RunAddicted
"That's what running does to lives. It's not just exercise. It's not just achievement. It's a daily discipline that has nothing to do with speed, weight, social status, sexual orientation, political affiliation, where you live, what car you drive, or whether anyone anywhere loves you. It's about the slow and painful process of being the best you can be." - Martin Dugard