Thursday, January 8, 2009
First Fast Running of the Year
Yesterday (as a result of a last-minute cancelation from a client) I went to the track.
The night was clear and unseasonably mild. The temperature was sitting at around 54 F, with a light northern wind. Apart from wanting to run fast (after reading the article about lactic acid/lactate in this month's Triathlete), I absolutely had to get out and run in that weather. I got to wear shorts in January in Kansas. That's something (I'm guessing) I won't be able to do next year in Boston.
Anyway, the workout was short and sweet. Oh so sweet.
1600 - 10:16 (and I was talking on the phone for the first 1200)
400 - 1:45
400 - 1:45
400 - 1:46
400 - 1:49
800 - 7:14 (because I could barely walk after that last 400)
I'm not sure (I haven't bothered to dig through the annals of old training logs), but 1:45 might be my fastest time ever for a 400. And even if it's not, I think that's a good--nay, great--place to start the season. Even if I can only do a few of them. Even if I thought I was going to vomit at the last two. That's a frickin' 7:00/mile pace.
And after doing that, I didn't even care about the damn cancellation.