I forgot my Garmin, but a call to Ma'am rectified that problem: She left me a watch to use. You can't really do speedwork without some kind of timing device, but I might as well have.
We were supposed to be doing 4x800 and 4x200. I knew after the warm-up I'd be lucky if I had 2 800s in me. A couple of us decided to modify the prescribed workout to sub out the last 2 800s for 400s. I thought I might do 4 400s just to make up the difference, but I couldn't.
My 1st 800 was 3:46. My second one was 4:12
My 400s were 1:48, and 3 1:46s.
The 200s were in the :40s. I could tell by how low my heartrate was that I wasn't going my hardest, but my legs wouldn't let me. I was done.
I counted it up in the shower and I've done 12 solid workouts since last Monday, July 5th, with only one day of rest. I've given 100% nearly the entire workout, each one. My body told me tonight that yes, there is such a thing as too much.
I will go to bootcamp tomorrow, give it my all, and then sit my butt right down tomorrow night and read a magazine while my kids practice football. It'll be hard to do with the track just behind me, the master's swim class a few yards to my left, and the fun tap house run just a 20 minute drive away, but it needs to be done before I end up injured. It's very upsetting to have such a great week of running last week turn into as craptastic a week as this one, but it happens.
1 comments:
I'm sorry it wasn't the workout you intended but like you said, you have been training really hard lately. Plus a 12 mile run in the hood is mentally and emotionally draining so I'm sure that wore you down a bit. If I do anymore than 6 in the neighborhood I get really pissy :)
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