My training has stepped up a few notches as the marathon comes closer into view. It’s time to stop messing around and focus. There’s a bit of grunting and sweating going on as well.
Last night, I donned my run wear as soon as I hit home. Out into the cool evening I went and found myself exhilarated. Ignoring the planned “easy” pace, I let the music take me. I ran hard and had a fabulous run.
Later that night, I looked up my schedule run for today and discovered 6 x 800’s were coming my way. I tried not to immediately regret my pushing hard, even though I knew that back-to-back hard runs would be challenging.
Once again, the evening greeted me with a nice cool temperature. I geared up and was out the door. I arrived at the track with less than a mile completed. I finished off my warm up with another lap and let the fun begin.
Unfortunately, tonight’s run was NOT fun at all. Pushing hard into the wind felt as if I wasn’t moving at all.On the other side, when technically the wind should have been at my back, I felt no sign of it — no help at all. My first 800 clocked in around 15 seconds slower than my target. I groaned, then vowed to push harder in the next one.
As the workout progressed, I fought the inclination to give up. I was sucking big time, and the wind was making it all worse. I dug deep, but not deep enough. Although I did not complete all six repeats, due to the sun going down, I didn’t let myself give up. For that, I am proud.
And…I have something to work towards.