I have often stated on the blog that I loathe speedwork. Speedwork is also more painful when you haven’t done it in several months. I know it is necessary to get better, but that does not change the fact that I don’t like it. I know I need to except the pain and learn to like it, but I’m just not there yet mentally this season.
The last two Tuesdays (before this week), I’ve been wanting to go to a Swifts track workout but something always kept coming up (migraine, dog puking-very sick, etc. Which brings me to this past Tuesday. Nothing “came up,” and I was able to go. I had never been to a group speedwork session before so this was my first ever. Did I mention that it has also been a while since I have done any speedwork?
It is different doing speedwork with a group v.s. by yourself. You can’t get away with slacking.
Since there are no lights for the track this time of year, we all (about 15?) dawned our headlamps and headed out on the damp roads. Our workout was:
- Warm-up: 2 miles
- 10-12 sets of 2 min- 10K pace, 2 min jogging
- Cooldown: 2 miles
When I think of a warm-up, I think of a 9-10 minute mile pace. Maybe that is also why I’m so slow compared to these girls. I think in slow numbers.
Anyway, as we chatted away during the warm-up, my breathing became more and more labored. I could feel my pre-workout snack of a pb and jelly brown rice tortilla wrap start to slowly come up my throat. I had eaten it hours before we started to avoid that very thing from happening.
Apparently, a warm-up to these fast girls was an 8:37 min/mile pace for the first 2 miles. Hmmmm. No wonder my tortilla wanted to make a second appearance in my life.
After I survived the warm-up, the “real” workout began. I would be lying if I said I didn’t think the “real” workout began when we started running, but let’s move on.
As the coach warned, the first two sets would be slightly easy. Then after a doing a few sets, they were torturous. It was probably also painful because I just started really running again about a month and a half ago.
There were three groups of girls in the run: the fast ones, middle, and the “faster than the average population, but slower than the rest.” After a few sets, I could no longer see anyone behind me, and I had lost the “fast” girls. I ended up meeting up with another girl who had fallen behind the “fast” group. We made up the “middle” group. Did I also mention we were lost? At least we were lost together. And we ran at about the same pace. That was good.
That was the only thing that was good though. My legs were so heavy. They hurt. I was in a horrible mood. I was frustrated that I could barely keep up. I was mad at myself for letting myself get this out of shape. Of course, our paces are all relative, but I was running this pace with absolutely no problem last September.
Together we wound our way through the dark hilly residential streets completing our sets until we decided it was a good time to head back and complete our cooldown. I was so happy for the cooldown, you have no idea!! I was SO thirsty!! I thought we were only going to be out there for 45-60 minutes so I didn’t bother with bringing anything, but I guess I was wrong. Maybe I just need to get faster so I can complete my workout faster and not need as much water? haha.
We finally made it back to the meeting parking lot, and chatted with the “faster than the average population, but slower than the rest” group.
We must have covered 8 or 9 miles. My garmin stopped working in the middle of the workout, then started up again towards the end so I have no clue how far we went. The “fast” group came back about 5 minutes after we got there saying that they had run 10 miles. I don’t think that I have ever had a speed workout last more than 7 miles including the warm-up and cooldown.
I went home defeated and frustrated with myself. I want to be fast RIGHT NOW without putting the work in first!!! I sound like a five year old, don’t I???
I told my husband about my run, and he told me, “Good!! That is what you need!!”. And the funny thing is, I agreed with him. I have to accept the state I’m in now, and work hard to get faster. These ladies have challenged me for the first time in years, and like a 5 year old, I don’t like it, but I know that it is good for me.
After being sore for the last two days, I was not really excited about my run for today, but it actually to turned out to be a good one. Here are some pics…
I love those trees.
Do you ever have 5 year old moments? Please say yes, so I don’t feel like I’m the only one!!