Yesterday, I had the pleasure of running a brand new set of intervals. I've only started running intervals under my first Pfitz training cycle. The first set, which consisted of
5 sets of 600m repeats with 45 sec. of rest between, was relatively easy. In fact, my thought after my first ever interval training session was, 'This is fun!' Then came the next level of intervals which was
5 sets of 1000m repeats with 2 minutes of rest in between. That was run at the same pace as the 600m repeats, and the extra 400 m no longer made intervals fun.
This week, I had on tap the third level of intervals. This called for
4 sets of 1200m repeats with 2 minutes of rest in between. My first thought was that there was no way I could run this distance at the same pace as the other intervals. I was dying at the end of the 1000m intervals and I would still need to run another 200m. But in the end I decided to HTFU and at least try and see what would happen.
The plan was to run 10 miles total including the intervals. I started running at a slow pace, knowing that I would need all my energy to complete the intervals. After running 5 miles, I slowed to a jog for about a minute to get ready for the first 1200m. When the minute was up, I sped up to a shade
under 7:00 mile pace. At first it felt okay. My leg turnover wasn't too fast and my breathing was okay. After 400m, my legs started to tire and I was doubting whether I could finish another 800m. The good thing was that I had, "Eye of Tiger" blaring on my MP3 player to give me motivation. I made it through the next 400m and now only had 400m to go. At this point, I just tried to keep a quick leg turnover and relax my arms. Somehow I made it to the end and slowed down to a walking pace. The intervals call for a 2 minute jog, but my heartrate was so elevated I had to walk. Before I knew it the 2 minutes were up and I was back to sub 7:00 mile pace. The second set was worse than the first, but not quite as bad as I thought it might be. The rest definitely helped me out.
At this point, I was halfway done. My legs were doggone tired, but I knew that if I could get my mind motivated I could fight through the last 2 intervals. The 3rd set was even tougher, as expected, but I pretty much gave it my all, and didn't know if anything was left in the tank for the last one. Looking for a motivation, I thought about the Biggest Loser episode on Tuesday. I thought about Ron (a 50 year old dad weighing a tad under 300 pounds) walking a marathon on a bum knee. It took him over 13 hours, but in the end he finished. Now, whether or not he actually did it without help (it is Reality TV) is another story, but I didn't care about the truth. I just needed motivation. So I thought about Ron finishing, and it was just enough to get me through the last interval.
With that out of the way, the rest of the week calls for another 10 miler on Friday, a 5 miler on Saturday, and then my last 20 miler on Mother's Day. I've been running my long runs at a quicker pace the last few weeks, so I'm thinking about truly running my long run at MP+90 seconds and staying on my feet for a good 3 1/2 hours.
Happy TGIF everyone and have a great weekend!!!