I consider myself to be a reasonably responsible person. I’ve kept 3 humans alive for 7 years. I manage to get myself to work on time most days. I have yet to drop the dog off at daycare and leave the kids in the backyard. However, when it comes to being responsible for getting myself into “race shape” – I am stellar at talking myself out of pretty much everything difficult and/or challenging. If I’m not accountable to anyone but myself, it ain’t gonna happen. Enter Christine: I’m hoping that by working with her again I’ll re-discover my love of suffering and that she won’t let me off the hook.
Yesterday was day 1 of getting back at it. I’d sort of forgotten about my love/hate relationship with intervals. Here’s a glimpse of what went through my mind during the run.
I totally got this.
This sucks.
I only have to do this 8 times?
I can’t believe I have to do this 8 times.
I’m hot.
My hands are cold.
God, I hate this song.
This song is fun!
Uuuunnnngh
Oh good! A downhill.
Yuck. Downhills.
Having stayed away from speedwork for almost a year, I like to imagine that I look like this:
The reality is that I looked more like this:
Guess I’ll keep at it, now that I’m accountable to all (8) of you readers!
Anyone want to join me?
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