So today was the first (of hopefully many) Torture Tuesdays. You might recall that I am an 11:00 min/mile girl. I love my 11s... long runs, short runs, any day runs... that's my happy pace (and frankly, it's right on what the McMillan Calculator thinks I *should* be running). Adam assigned 6x800s @ 8:45 with 400m recoveries. That is a ridiculously fast/hard pace for me, and I was certain I would die.
Warm-up - 1.5 miles at 12 min/mile - slow, easy, comfortable.
Interval 1 - I was already huffing and puffing like a crazy person, and I wondered how I was going to do this.
Interval 2 - I convinced myself that if I just got through one at a time, this workout would be over before I knew it (yeah, right).
Interval 3 - I was pretty sure I was going to start hallucinating, but know that I tend to get re-motivated at the halfway point, so I just kept my eye on being halfway done and finished out this interval.
Interval 4 - It wasn't easier, by any means, but when I started interval 4, I felt magic... my legs knew exactly what pace I was asking of them and they just did the job.
Interval 5 - I was craving the interval 4 magic, but frankly I wanted to die.
Interval 6 - This is it, I knew I could do this (yeah right). Surely I can eek out one last interval. Counted down every. single. second. until it ended, but did it.
Cool down - About 0.5 mile into the cooldown, I got really massive stomach cramps. I'm not an evening or night runner, so I knew my body would be "off", and it was pitching a royal fit. I knew I was almost done and in cool down though, so I slowed it down even further for about 30 seconds, the awful feeling passed, and then I picked it back up to regular recovery pace and finished out.
I then got off the treadmill, guzzled a water, and passed out on my carpet in a pool of sweat. And that, my friends, is week one of Torture Tuesday.
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