In order to try and get ready for this 5K on Thanksgiving morning, I scheduled myself for speedwork each of the next three Saturdays. If I’m planning to continue lowering the PR by 70 seconds on each 5K I run, I need to get myself sped up again. So my plan is 6 x 800 each weekend, dropping the track workouts after the Turkey Trot is done.
My last interval session was two months ago, so I figured this would be a little bit tough. My first 800 was in 3:05. Pretty nice but the pain was already rearing up. The next three were 3:12, 3:17, and 3:23 respectively. Since my times were degrading so rapidly and I’m trying to teach my body to hold a turn of speed, I figured two more that were bound to get slower were not going to help me out. So I shortened the last two to 400 meters. I cranked them out at 1:31 and 1:30. This workout was not fun.
On Sunday, the mercury rose to the 77 degree line on the thermometer. All the heat acclimation that I did this summer was obviously lost. I ran 6.48 miles in an hour and suffered. I shouldn’t even type this, but I wish it would cool off a bit…
Ugh, I hate intervals. Maybe that’s why I’m so slow…