The Mid-Michigan Track Club did it to me again: Each time I run with them, I get this mix of joy, pain, hope and exhaustion. Here is a compilation of thoughts that bounced around my head at Tuesday's workout, which consisted of teams of three, each running 8 x 3/8 mile:
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I wonder how much work it would require to get quads like hers.
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My stomach feels like I swallowed Icy Hot -- I hope I don't puke.
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Only four laps in? That eighth lap is gonna H. U. R. T.
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This rest is bliss. Please let my teammate take her sweet time getting to the hand-off point.
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This rest is long. I can feel my legs beginning to cramp.
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So thirsty: Must slurp a few handfuls of water from the cemetery spigot. Find your happy place.
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OK, those footsteps very close behind me. Just hold them off til the hand-off point.
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Tomorrow's run is going to hurt on these sore legs.
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Aw, man, I'm about to get passed ... Just grunt out something encouraging.
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Final stretch: Finish strong.
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Yay! No more pain like this for another seven days!
If you don't have fun, why do you do it?
Posted by: Me | July 09, 2009 at 02:05 PM
Hello, "Me"!
Didn't mean to give the wrong impression with all that hyperbole! Speed work to me is like vegetables to some little kids: You have to hide it in between the good stuff. It's good for you -- real good for you if you're doing it right -- but not something I'm likely to ask for "seconds" on. You know?
Posted by: Amanda Renkas | July 09, 2009 at 08:03 PM