This is the quote my father sent to motivate/inspire me on this journey. The one you're following me on. This quote really hit me today after today's workout. It was an 800 specific workout meaning we're shooting for times similar to that what we want to race at. My coach's guiding words are simple, "relaxed pace" or "comfortable pace". I'l just be honest.....this shit never feels relaxed or comfortable. What feels comfortable ....a warm up. But I get what he means, "don't go to the well". Don't push it to max effort and tighten up. You waste energy when you tighten up. So its the balance between fucking fast-and staying relaxed.
Back to the story. Today we had two sets of 800m specific. The first set was great. Great times, felt good (well except for the last 15metres). As soon as the first set was done I ripped my spikes off and pain surged through my ass and legs. Holy shit did I ever hit lactic acid. I probably had about 5minutes where I could barely walk. I slowly jogged the remaining rest to get it out.
Second set I choked a bit. I'm not sure if I died or just shut it down a bit (probably a little of both). Shit happens. and you can't dwell on it. You've got to pick the goods and the bad and fix what needs fixin'. Workouts come in shitty, decent and great. This was a decent one. Nothing spectacular but not shitty.
I've just got to get it in my head to not think of the next rep or next set. If I die, I die, but I'll never know if I can handle it if I hold back. It's not about "going to the well" for every workout, but about pushing through when shit gets tough.
It's almost there. Workouts are clicking, the speed is there, and Saturday will show me where my strength is. Either way its 16 weeks till the trials and even sooner till I need to be racing fast....so it's going to have to.
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