Friday, June 18, 2010
Friday... wasted and dead
My legs are pretty much fu*ked this morning. The last 48 hours have seen a track session, hard bike, tempo run, and last night a 1:20 run in the back woods of Roosevelt National Forest with 2600ft of climbing. I'm honestly not sure what I'm doing besides killing myself with hard efforts right now, which feels good and fun. I'm definitely frustrated with having lost so much strength and speed and it sucks that I can fall naturally in to an 8:30 pace rhythm. I really don't want to be good at slow running. (I understand that statement is possibly insulting to some people- but remember that I ran a 2:30 marathon (5:43 pace) in the recent past and have run a 2:50 marathon (6:30 pace) in an Ironman, so it's all relative.) I want to race tomorrow- a 15 miler at 9000ft altitude and I expect my soreness to peak out today and carry over to tomorrow. It starts just up the road from me so I can decide in the morning.