March 1st. Work was kind of crappy today and I have been more irritable and lacking patience lately. I am sure many things are contributing to my work moodiness. Perhaps I need a vacation. Thankfully, Mike and I have one planned for our anniversary at the end of April. I can't wait! We haven't taken a NON-RACE destination vacation in years...since, well, our honeymoon in 2002. Such a shame, I know.
By the end of the day, I was very unenthused about working out, let alone running. I have my lactate threshhold test Wednesday and was going to use that as my speedwork day. So, to avoid the back to back run days, I opted to do my 4 mile tempo run tonight. Again, NOT in the mood to workout but I begrdudingly changed into my running clothes. Maybe that would get me jazzed...um. nope. Grabbed my Garmin, iPod and running shoes and went into the garage. Ok, now maybe I would feel more excited?? still waiting. *sigh* Ok, this was going to be tough. Sometimes, the mental training is more important than the physical. Goal pace was 8:15. I have never, ever run this fast outside. Shit. Lots going against me tonight.
Somehow I pushed through all the mental noise and started pounding the pavement. I couldn't hear my heavy breathing but I knew I was panting. like a dog chasing a squirrel. in florida. in august. Mile 1 - 8:03. Ooh. That's exciting and completely unexpected. and hard. Mile 2 - let's try and step it up, I mean, come on. Fight. panting harder. burning sets in to my legs. 7:42. holy shit. no way. NO WAY. The mood is changing. more positive. run harder. keep at it. hang in there! Mile 3 - my chest is pounding. my throat is killing me. am i having a heart attack?? (as I clutch my shirt) 7:52 seriously?!? two sub-8 minute miles, back to back?! Alright, I have set a precendent. Start hauling ass and try to push through the ridiculous burn in my quads that is weighing them down [read: LEAD WEIGHTS]. Mile 4 - stunned. grinning, ear to ear. 7:44. My best 4 mile run, ever. averaging a 7:52 pace...Although it was the fastest tempo run I have ever done, it was as if time stood still and I was out there suffering for an eternity. I never thought it would be over.
So, I know this is fast for me but when you live just a mere 10 miles from the elite athlete epicenter of the world, well, I still feel like a slow-poke. However, the girl who hates speedwork is starting to change her mind about, well, speedwork.