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August 15, 2007
day 45 and day 46
Day 45 ... also know as Micheal Jordan day ...
We did mile repeats last night. The track was being resurfaced so we improvised with the path and trail around the stadium.
Last year around this time I would do my mile repeats between 9.30 - 9.45. By the last one I would be suffering and be closer to 10 minutes.
We did a couple miles warm up. It didn't feel good at all. My legs were tired from the last 3 runs and I had a massage in the afternoon. I was tempted to just do my own slow run by myself just to get it what miles I needed to clock up number 44. Grumbling to myself like so sort of crazy, I headed over to the start. I'll do one, if it's horrible I'll do my own thing.
The workout was a mile at 45 seconds faster than your marathon pace, followed by a 2.30 recovery.
Mile 1 - 9.06
What the? The course must be short. I check the distance on people garmins. Nope. It was a mile! I look at P and she is as surprised as me. Suddenly I'm motivated to do number 2.
We decide to run 2 slower so we don't die on the last two.
Mile 2 - 9.02
Obviously, we have no idea about pace.
Mile 3 - 8.58
My legs are really feeling the repeats and the last 44 days, I tell P, I am going to do the last one as a cool down.
Mile 4 - 8.55
I was in shock. Suddenly I have become supersonic! If there were agents, sports reps or talents scouts in the area, I would of been signed!
I love day 45! Maybe I am benefitting from this sick-twisted-running-every-day-venture?
I spent the rest of the night strutting around like I think fast people would. I got into bed, ready to sleep when something strange happened. My legs started to pound and throb. My feet were tingling. I tossed and turned. Is this really what the elites of this world have to go through? I might have to rethink my new found speediness! Finally around 3am I passed out.
Imagine the level of happiness I felt at 6am when the alarm went off?
Off the happiness scale!
I lay there on the verge of tears. Why? Cause I had to get up and run. Now if it was me running all alone I would of turned of the alarm and gone back to sleep. But I had arranged to meet P, D and J. So I dragged my weary legs out of bed. Grumbled again to myself, why the hell I was doing this.
Run 46 ... also know as the code for international direct dial phone calls to Sweden day
It was just plain awful. 5km. Bad. Terrible. Yuck.
Hello ... Sweden ... Yeah, this run sucks ... but I still love Ikea.
Today ... strutting ... hmmmm .... no so much!
Posted by Ali at August 15, 2007 4:21 PM
Comments
you play you pay.
:o)
they cant ALL be great runs! take the good with the bad...
what other cliches can i come up with? hmm..nada
tomorrow is another day!!
Posted by: Justjunebug at August 15, 2007 5:11 PM
Evening long intervals followed by a morning run.. yeah sounds like the legs were not recovered yet. Still...it's fun to get faster!!
Posted by: Amanda at August 15, 2007 5:52 PM
another cliche:
That which does not kill us makes us stronger!
Posted by: Tea at August 15, 2007 6:26 PM
Cute post. And awesome mile splits. No matter how you felt afterward. You did awesome.
Posted by: jkrunning at August 16, 2007 7:15 AM
ali.
your review of augustathon is some of the best stuff i've read in ages.
"hello, sweden?" hahahah
keep it up, ali. we're all pulling for you!
Posted by: jeff at August 16, 2007 10:11 AM
Sorry to hear that #46 was a bit of a stonker, but #45 sure is impressive. I sure hope to reach that kind of interval training nirvana that you had, because so far...I hate intervals... But I really want to speed up a bit too, so guess I'm going to just have to do more of them.
Posted by: Leana at August 16, 2007 10:28 AM
Great post. My coworkers are peeping over the cube walls to see what I'm laughing out loud about. :)
You are a total rock star. Don't let you body/Run 46 tell you differently.
Posted by: Allison at August 16, 2007 12:47 PM
Hey! Awesome!!!!
Posted by: Amy at August 16, 2007 9:50 PM