I mentioned yesterday that I wasn’t sure how my legs were going to respond to some intervals after laying off speed work for two weeks surrounding the Martian Marathon. I was admittedly feeling a little bit flat – combine that with a lingering cold and I was not too confident going in to the workout.
That being said, it was a beautiful sunny day and I was determined to make the most of my mid-day break away from my desk. I slogged along through the warm-up, doing my best to shake off the blahhhhs and telling myself that whatever happened was okay; I just had to do the best that I could that day.
The workout: 4 x 1200 (600 recoveries) at 5KRP
(goal: 5:12 – 5:18 per 1200)
5:13 – 5:13 – 5:12 – 5:06
These were hard! And I don’t just mean “getting-a-good-workout-hard”, but “1200-feels-more-like-5000-hard”. (So I should be all set for this Saturday’s 5K, right??) I was looking at my Garmin constantly waiting for each recovery. I was a sweat-soaked mess (lucky for you I forgot the camera) and exhausted by the time I finished. So, I got it done but it wasn’t pretty.
Sometime during the workout, probably as I was wheezing my way through the 4th repeat, I realized that it would not be wise to tackle another workout that night. I decided that I would move my medium-long day (and the 10K at 103% MRP) to Thursday.
If there’s one thing I need to do in order to make it through these remaining big weeks, it’s listening to my body and being willing to compromise.
I did head out for a second run in the evening (could not resist the weather!), but kept it short and slow with a stop at the grocery store in the middle – and a full pack on the way home!