Well. My road mile is on Sunday. I guess it’s time to start training.
Procrastinate…procrastinate…procrastinate…CRAM. Well, it worked for all of those papers and finals in college…
Anyway. When one of my running buddies mentioned a 10X200 workout on tap for tonight, I decided to tag along and give it a shot. You know…maybe practice something resembling a fast race pace, which I’m going to be grappling with for six long minutes, give or take, this weekend.
As we sat around on the edge of the track, lacing up flats, sipping water and wiping the stagnant afternoon humidity from our brows, we debated the pacing strategy of the workout. Was it to be done at mile pace? That would make sense, as we are all planning on racing this road mile. But…the set of intervals is actually longer than a mile? Maybe the first half at 2M/3K pace and the second half at mile pace?
I’m pretty sure I offered an opinion of some sort on the issue, but in the end, it didn’t matter. I took off and then just tried to hang on.
And…I hung on. I guess.
As I rounded the curve each time, I couldn’t help but think of how short a mile race really is. Just eight of these guys? That’s it? I should be able to string ’em together. No problem.
But I also know that if I race this thing properly, it’s going to hurt like hell.
(And I’ll be shocked if I’m able to pull off a 5:3X.)
(In fact, I’ll be thrilled if I can break six minutes.)
After the track fun, I hightailed it down to the store to catch up with our weekly social run group, and logged another six easy miles as a long cooldown.
And after the social run fun, I cooled down with a couple of ice-cold Bud Lights.
Not a bad way to end a Tuesday. And with that behind me, I’ve got slow and easy miles on tap for the rest of the week – including a make-up long run on Thursday. Ahem.