Matt came over and we ran over to Athens High School. The plan was for 5 x 1200m repeats at 5k pace. Yeah, thinking about that workout hurts just a little bit. Doing it hurts even worse. We did about a 3.5 mile warmup and then the 5 repeats with a 400m recovery jog after each one. We ran about 10.25 miles total.
- 4:26 (This isn't so bad)
- 4:21 (Um, this one felt different from the first one)
- 4:25 (How can I do two more?)
- 4:31 (Yuck... I can either quit now or puke)
- 4:21 (Well, I didn't eat breakfast, so I only dry-heaved)
I'm disappointed in those times. I wanted them all to be near to 4:20, but I just didn't have that kind of ability today. Matt left me behind on the 4th one. I think he ran it in about 4:20. I wanted to keep up with him, but I was seriously battling nausea.
Without a partner, I would only have done 4 x 1200s today. Matt and I have this thing where that if I wimp out of a workout, he'll call me by my wife's name. I'll do the same for him if he wimps out. I had a choice to make -- puke or be called by my wife's name. I ran that last 1200 hard, especially the last 100 meters. As soon as I stopped, I was dry-heaving. I was glad that I didn't eat breakfast before the workout. But he didn't call me Leigh (no offense, honey). :)
I'm glad I did today's workout. I'm glad I have a partner who'll push me beyond what I believe I'm capable of. (Actually, he pulled me today.) I recognize that today's workout is not an easy one, but I expected this level of effort to result in faster splits. Humility does one good. I have some work to do to reach my goals.