This morning I had my first speed workout on tap. It was 5 x 400m @ 5k pace. Yeah. I have no idea what that is either, so I just opted to do 5 x 2:00 @ around 9:30. This run was a disaster from the beginning. At 6:45 in the morning, it was almost 80 degrees with 75% humidity. In December. Ohhhh….and it was so windy that I couldn’t breathe while running into it. Five minutes into my warm-up I wanted to turn around and go home.
The first interval sucked ass, but I got down to a pace of 9:08. I then proceed to die/watch my lung land on the sidewalk. Interval #2 I only made it to about 1:45 and then I just gave up. I stopped caught my breath and continued jogging. Fortunately, I was able to turn around. From there I finished the other 3 intervals. They sucked ass and I almost threw up, but they were all @ 9:30 or faster except the last one which was around 10:00. Whatever.
By the time I got home I was exhausted/in tears/ nauseous. I gotta tell you. All I’m wondering is how the fuck am I going to run a half marathon in February. I’m fat (not really – I’ve lost weight) and out of shape. Can I get in shape in 12 weeks? I have no idea. (Yes I do have an idea. I KNOW that I can be in shape in 12 weeks.) My run yesterday was miserable, too. It was only 3 freaking miles.
All I can do is stick with it and give it my all. However, every single step will be filled with doubt and a healthy dose of self-loathing. I’m the slowest person out there. (Not really, but close enough.) Sigh…