Dumbass move number 2. When I got to the track, the gate was locked. This seriously bummed me out, and I considered bagging my run today in favor of finding a track tomorrow. However realizing that I had a fairly busy Friday, I decided to drive to work and do my interval workout around the outside of the stadium grounds at LP Field, Home of the Tennessee Titans. Intervals on nice cork track; a hard work out, but manageable due to the softness of the surface. Intervals on concrete in the blazing sun; clearly a level of hell that Dante forgot to mention. Maybe it’s level of hell, 5.75. The pounding to which I subjected my legs, left me shaking and exhausted after my run.
Dumbass move number 3. Did I mention that the temperature got up to 75 today? Well it did. Of course, this meant I had to wear one of my darkest and heaviest short sleeve sleeve technical shirts that I own. When I was done, I had rings of sweat and salt all over my clothes. Touching my fingers together was like petting salt.
It was a rough workout and I considered quitting my run short several times. Sadly the little voice in my head kept pushing me on, and like a dumbass, I kept listening. Alright here are the hard numbers: The total distance was 6.98mi at an average pace of 8:54. I did half mile intervals with 2:30 mins recovery laps My splits looked like this:
03:15.6 |
| 03:36.9 |
| 03:26.1 |
| 03:37.7 |
| 03:46.2 |
| 03:49.4 |
| 03:51.6 |
| 04:01.5 |
| 04:04.4 |
| 03:46.6 |
My average pace ended up being 3:43.6, which is nearly a BQ time for training. Not bad, considering that I nearly destroyed my legs to do this training. Pretty good, considering that I flirted with my puke threshold towards the end. And definitely stupid, considering that I had run a fast half-marathon just 5 days ago. All right. I can barely keep my eyes open, so I’m out. Later kids!
