The serious contenders were San Francisco's Bay to Breakers race and New York's Colon Cancer Challenge 15K race. The 7 to 10 mile range seemed right and I love a good excuse to hop on a plane. But, after reflecting upon travel plans (stay tuned for an Argentine adventure!) and my time-consuming devotion to yoga and spinning, I decided to go short and go fast.
Hence, this spring shall be the Need for Speed Spring. Officially on the docket: A local 5K for breast cancer awareness and the NYRR New York Mini 10K.
I've been putting in regular runs of 30 to 60 minutes to establish a base for training, but I've got to increase leg turnover. So, today marked the reappearance of a long-lost friend: interval training. Training for the Boston Marathon a few years back prompted my first real commitment to speed workouts. Sure, I had flirted with tempo runs before... but interval training? Now that was real love. Hard enough work to keep me entertained, but short enough so that there's always an end in sight.
Coach would clock times and ask us to drop 5 seconds for each repeat. Only 5 seconds. It takes incredible discipline to shave just those few seconds off, to know what that feels like. And I wanted to take exactly 5 seconds off because then I would take another 5 seconds off, then another. There was a plan at work. Coach was going to get us to the finish line, in his ever-patient and ever-cheerful way. And, like Santa Claus, his pockets were always filled with bite-size chocolate candy bars. I'd finish a repeat and wheel around in circles, hands planted on hips, trying to get a good breath... and he'd offer me a piece of chocolate. And, in physical therapy appointments, when we thought I had a fractured femur, he'd open up his palm to me and there would be a candy bar.
Today, I methodically worked my way through a 9 x 200 meter workout (three sets of three 200 meter runs) today, allowing a minute of recovery time between each 200 meter run and two minutes between each set. Hard work undeniably, but it was tangible proof that I can drop those 5 seconds. Then another 5 seconds. Then another. It felt beautiful.
But I missed the chocolate.
Chocolate for a fractured femur? I love it! I'm down for Paris. Can almost taste the tartine au chocolat at Jean Paul Hevin.ReplyDelete