The Race Athlete Performance Network, just launched by Everyman Triathlete, features some great writing, on all your fav sports, by some of your fav authors, including a. maria and our resident foot man, Bold, among others. Check it out.
In other exciting news, I, as usual, ignored the excellent advice many of you gave me to stop running and let those things on my feet (I refuse to use the "B" word anymore) actually heal, because, well, let's face it, I'm not so smart. So Wednesday night was "track night" on the schedule, and as I said, because I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, I headed over to the track for my first-ever track workout!! And now I know what this means: 8x400, with 100 recovery. Oh, the things I'm learning from this sport!
One of the DCRoad Runner coaches took pity on me and took me around the track and 'splained it all to me...I had previously looked up what my "cruising time" for 400 meters should be on the most excellent McMillan running calculator. Between 2:39 and 2:43 it said. I duly noted that, and then wrote it on the back of my hand, because who can remember all those numbers? For good measure, I added "x 8" because for first-time trackers, eight repeats was recommended (everyone else was doing 16. God bless 'em).
I warmed up, and then we were off. I had really no idea what to expect, but was warned not to go too fast (my fav instructions, no problem!) Except, I did the first 400 in 2:05, and the second in 2:15, and the third in 2:20. It got harder, yes it did. And I had to use "psychology" to get myself to do this thing eight times. Like, I had to talk to myself: "If you can do it four times, surely you can do five," I said. And then "OK, you can stop after six." And: "Well, if you can do six, you can absolutely do seven." And finally: "What the hell, you did seven, just one more and you're done!"
Yay me. I would proudly list all my times here except that someone decided to be friendly and talk to me and of course I hit the CLEAR WORKOUT button on my watch because I was distracted and had no blood left in brain, and poof! All gone.
It's OK though. I did it, and I want to do it again.