I woke up at 6:15 on schedule, but could tell from the moment I opened my eyes that I didn't feel like running today. My drive was simply, "get to the trail, and then I'll have to run." I slowly got ready, finding little time wasters to keep me from the inevitable, and I finally got to the trail at 7:51 a.m.
It was a nice morning. Humidity was up (78%), but the temperature was cool. In fact, at one point in the shade I thought it was chilly.
Alright, so here's an observation. I think that every time I workout, my five minute warm-up walk gets longer; not by time, but by distance. I guess I'm getting stronger and looser, so the walk becomes longer. But this morning I think it worked against me. My first interval pace was too fast. I could tell from my first stride, and spent the rest of the first interval trying to slow my pace to a more sustainable one, but after three adjustments I still didn't feel like I got it right. So in my second interval I wasn't quite right either. In my third things settled into a groove more, and my fifth went fine, but I was tired. I ended my sixth interval about 10 seconds early, and really felt worn out.
I ended my workout by walking and then I sat down on a bench on the side of the trail. I stretched my shins (always the most sore) and prayed. Then I headed home. I didn't feel victory today, but I didn't give in to defeat.
On the Trail...
- I fell short of completing my 6 intervals.
- I got to the trail today. That's victory enough.
--Ben
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