I know that I may have possibly, maybe, once or twice, mentioned my immense dislike of speedwork. I am fairly certain my body was not created to run many, many times at an all out pace around a track or on a treadmill. There are many, many bodies who ARE built for such things...streamlined for speed. Like a racecar. But my body is not one of them. I am built more for running a long, long time at a comfortable pace, like a semi-truck. Or a tractor. I like to ease into my runs aerobically verses suddenly being submerged into an anaerobic hell of lung burning furry and damnation. I prefer running for hours over running all out for 10 to 20 minutes, looking longingly at my watch willing the seconds to tick away faster.
Yesterday I had to do 10 one minute all out sprints with a short recovery in between with a one mile warm up and cooldown. On paper, this always looks easy-peezey. "Ten minutes? That's it?!! Seriously? No problem!" But then the reality sits in when I start off on my first sprint...and the lungs start burning. Suddenly "no problem!" morphs into "oh-my-god-how-can-one-minute-take-so-(expletive)-long-I-hate-this-so-(expletive)-much-and-I-have-to-do-TEN-of-these(expletive)-things?!!!"
So until Boston is done and behind me I will keep repeating this mantra:
That which does not kill (or maim) me will (in theory) make me stronger. Possibly.
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