Monday Workout: 4 miles, 11:38 average, Connects
Tuesday Workout: 7.25 miles (12 x 400), Connects, pace unknown
Guys. We need to talk. About speedwork.
Speedwork MAY just be the worst thing that's ever happened to me. To anyone. T'hat's putting it mildly. What's wrong with you people, telling me speedwork's soooo awesome and the post-workout high soooo amazing and empowering, when really it's just torture?
I haven't done speedwork (or, really, run faster than 10:00 miles) in two years. Back in those glory days, I ran in regular shoes and a 7-mile, 8:00/mile tempo was NBD. Then came minimalism and marathon training. Word to the wise: if you start wearing less of a shoe (and transition in a slow/safe manner, obviously), you're going to run slower. Much slower. And training "just to finish" your first marathon (which I didn't actually run - don't make me rehash that story) doesn't exactly encourage speed. For the past two years, I have been totally content to stay in this tiny 9:30-11:30/mile bubble of mine.
Have I made the point that speed work is a foreign concept to me? Here I thought I was supposed to feel awesome, powerful, fast, strong, etc. WRONG. This run totally blind-sided me. If I had had the energy to think, I would have spent the entire time marveling at the fact that my heart hadn't yet stopped beating.
You guys know I'm cool with running on snow, but for speedwork I kind of need to run on regular surfaces that don't slow me down. Therefore, I ran my stupid intervals on the stupid treadmill. I think I need to find a treadmill with more accurate speeds. I'm convinced mine moves faster than the speed indicates. That's not wishful thinking; I honestly think it's true.
So let's stop dillydallying and get to the damn run.
The brothers Hanson suggest beginners warm up and cool down with 1-2 miles for speedwork. I was aiming high so went for the lower-bound, 1 mile. So far, so good. Then I started my twelve 400s. Each 400 was done at 8:30 pace (7 mph), and the first couple were manageable. Not, "This is the best thing ever!", but I was gettin' 'er done. This feeling left after about four repeats. Suddenly I was feeling incredibly pukey, and the realization that I had at least four miles left, two of which had to be done at the faster pace, almost did me in. Fuuuu! Not even the always-entertaining Life and Times of Tim could calm me down. Times were tough.
To the shock of all involved (me), I managed to stumble through all twelve 400s. Before I could even think about cooling down, however, I was sprinting up the stairs to the bathroom to puke. Whoops. At least I put it off until after the last one! Must put a bucket by the treadmill next time. You're welcome for the visual. Getting back on that treadmill for the cooldown was so. Incredibly. Difficult. I did it, though, and even managed to crawl through a half mile at a 12:22 pace (yep) before I declared myself finished.
Speed workout #1: complete!
Lest you think I'm depressed about this run, I'm not. Really. It still kind of blows my mind that I (mostly) did it, minus the last half cooldown mile. But I'm also already terrified of next week's workout, 8 x 600 at the same pace. My only consolation is that the entire workout will be a mile shorter since there's less rest (although now that I think about it, the fact that there's a mile less rest concerns me). Start the doomsday countdown.
I'm also aware that speedwork gets easier the more you do it. I know. I KNOW. Soon I'll be one of those assholes yelling about how great it feels (maybe?). Right now I'm just not there. Right now speedwork and I are not friends. Right now, I'd say speedwork is the popular mean girl who seems like a raging bitch but is really a nice girl once you get to know her. That makes sense, right?
So this was my sixth consecutive day of running, a new record! It also means tomorrow's a rest day, which I'm looking forward to. My body held up really well over the 30.25 miles. Besides some continuing soreness in my left hip, which appears to be lessening, everything feels fantastic. Let's celebrate!
In life news, I got a haircut! I'll maybe throw a picture up tomorrow. I love it, but I'm already fuming about how I can't put it up in a ponytail. Thankfully I've got a rest day to dedicate considerable brain power to the issue.
Also, I got my first grad school rejection. Meh. Wait, I mean, noooooooooo! Why?!?!?!?! The world's ending!!! But not really. I honestly only applied to this place (UC San Diego) because I felt like I needed to apply to more schools and San Diego's on the West Coast. I obviously put a lot of thought into that one. Turns out their economics program is a (surprisingly, to me, at least) prestigious one, and it wasn't until a few days ago that I found out their acceptance rate is around 4%. You read that right. Jeano! What were you thinking?! You're not the 4%! The rejection made things much easier for me, actually, because I worry I would have felt pressured to accept just because it's a high-ranked program and not because I have any interest in it. Also, Jeano + beaches (+ big city *cough cough New York never forget cough cough*)? Not a great idea.
To balance out my rejection, I got in somewhere else. Not a first choice, but they want to fly me out to see the campus. Fly somewhere for free? Sign me up! I'm not sure I'm going to do it, though, depending on how the other decisions pan out. Will check back in on that.
Here's some hiking pron to make up for the lack of photos. I really need to start taking Anchorage-y pics again.
Hiking up the Ramp, the peak that inspired my return to blogging. This time in summer!
- What are your thoughts on speed work? Dumb, right? Tell me it gets easier.
- If you've got short hair, what do you do to keep it out of your face? Did I ask this already? Now that the hair's actually gone I need some help. "Grow your hair out" isn't considered help, fyi.
- Have you faced any rejection recently?