running

So last week I got back on the track for the first time in almost a decade.

Granted, it was only 4x800m.

And granted, the pace was about 45 seconds slower than I would have run them back in college.

But to be running intervals again…

It made me feel like I’m back! (I’m far from it, but still…)

After college I’d run four marathons, but I only ever ran LSD (long slow distance) and the occasional aerobic tempo run. Even in my year of IRONMAN training, I had no problem sitting on a bike for six hours, but doing anything faster than tempo pace scared the crap out of me.

This was one of the main reasons I knew I needed a coach. Even if I knew what I was doing as a triathlete (which I don’t), I’m incapable of doing the work that needs to be done without someone else telling me to do it and holding me accountable. I have a really hard time digging deep, of pushing to that uncomfortable place, of going to the pain cave, on my own volition; I just won’t. I’ll somehow talk myself into doing a two hour easy run in lieu of those 1200m repeats any day.

But if a coach tells me to do it, or to walk across hot coals for that matter…for some reason I’m suddenly more than happy to oblige.

It’s weird.

Give me a coach I trust and they have my total buy-in.

So while my interval workouts the last two weeks (as well as the 400m swim time trialĀ I bombed last week…ouch!) are a slightly painful wake up call to just how slow I am at present, they’re making me feel strangely excited that there could still be some speed in this body yet…

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