Yesterday I had speed work on tap: 6x800. I definitely wasn’t
feeling it. All week I’ve been crawling back into bed after putting the boys on
the bus and sleeping for two hours. That is NOT me. Overtraining? Possibly.
Exhausted? Yup. N has been waking up each night between the hours of 11-4,
coming into my room, waking me up so he can use my bathroom and then I have to
walk him back to bed. Some nights, this happens twice. I’m an 8+ hours a night
kind of girl and do not function well with less sleep. Thank you N for
disrupting that! I know that this too shall pass, but it is starting to take its toll on
me.
With said lack of sleep, I did not feel like doing intervals
yesterday. I was tired. My legs were heavy. Should I just attempt three miles
and negative split them? That’s speed work too. Nope. Only a slacker would wimp
out like that. I forced myself to get out there, start slow and not crash and burn.
You know what? It worked. I’m still not as fast as I’d like to be. But my
splits were pretty decent. I’m keeping a steady 8:30 or faster pace during
those intervals and that is a fast pace for me! It felt so good to be done. I
love that feeling of accomplishment when you finish an exceptionally hard
workout. Yea, that’s how I felt afterwards.
I guess the lesson from this all is, if it doesn’t kill you
it will only make you stronger and hopefully faster!
Happy Running Y’all!
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