That's what my training has been like the past few days. Earlier last week...I ran through 2.5 hours. It hurt. I banked a few hard swims. I ran a little more. Friday I cranked out a pretty hard 100 miles and then a fabbbbbbulous run. Loved that run.
Saturday, I had another run. A "it's time to see if you can hack this" run. Okaaaaaay. I knew I was running that day. I was excited for it. I love to run. But I failed to read the details of the run...until about 15 minutes before I headed out.
oh oh. My quads were Super sore from the day before. Um, can I do that? I had some intervals. 8 of them. That's a lot. Faster than 5K pace. That's pretty damn fast. Especially on my sluggish 'what are you doing to me now' legs.
I bucked up, grabbed a gel and a water bottle to stash, and put on my game face.
Time to make it count. My warm up was slow and relaxed. I was sore. I stopped numerous times to stretch. Run 1 mile, stretch 1 minute. I felt my quads loosening.
GO! round 1. Pretty painful.
round 2 -miraculously better and faster---that warm up phenomenon is real.
round 3 - more pain
round 4-serious wind sucking. Bending over at end and wondering how I'd do 4 more
round 5- hanging in there and getting faster again.
round 6-really want to stop. My body is on fire. I can barely control the muscles in my quads. Ready to stop. Walk. bend over and sit down.
Instead--DIG DIG DIG!!!!!!! I was determined to make it count. These are the moments that make us stronger.
rounds 7 & 8 Knees up and push. Just put your head down and go.
It hurt so much. It pushed me past my comfort zone. But, I did it. I hit the goal pace and can check that one off.
But wait! You're not done yet Ange. One more biggy for the week. Jen said it would be a tough one. It didnt' get to me until the end.
Today was a beautiful day in Maine. Warm temps and sunny skies. But not warm enough. And, in Paris, not flat enough. I had a date with the trainer. And three shirts. And closed windows. And my recording of Ironman Hawaii.
I am not sure if I have ever sweat that much in my life. My shoes were soaked. My 3 layers were saturated.
I cranked the resistance on my trainer to the max, put it in the hardest gear, and pushed my quads until they shook. I did this for several hours. And it was great. I watched the athletes from Kona '08 and felt massive amounts of inspiration.
I can't wait to get to Hawaii.
And this week I put in the work needed to get through that day.
Tomorrow...I will start again!