Last night was my first track workout for my half-marathon running group.
We were told to warm-up however much we wanted. For some strange reason, I went with the 2 mile group. Well, not a strange reason. I was having a bit of a rough day and really needed a run.
For our track workout, we were running 6×400.
I had no clue how far 400 was, until once of the coaches said it was a lap around the track. I looked around and thought to myself, “what the hell did I get myself in to??”
I had just run 2 miles and then I had to follow it up with 6 400 meter runs … fml.
It wasn’t easy. In fact, it was HARD. I pretty much wanted to puke after every lap. And I wanted to quit. The only reason I didn’t is because I’m competitive and no one else quit. That, and I know these workouts will make me faster AND I will feel amazing once the run is over and I start to cool down.
Dear Track Workouts,
I can’t stand you. You are miserable.
Let’s just say you’re lucky you will improve my speed.
And your lucky I feel like a million bucks when I’m done with you and that puking feeling.
So I guess I’ll be seeing you next Tuesday.