“A lot of people run a race to see who is fastest. I run to see who has the most guts, who can punish himself into exhausting pace, and then at the end, punish himself even
more.” Steve Prefontaine
I have a thing for Pre quotes. A few years ago when I lived in my tiny (but quaint!) studio downtown, I had Pre quotes framed and hanging on my walls. I no longer feel the need to base my decorating scheme around Pre, but I still like to read his quotes now and then.
And I was totally channeling Pre this morning despite the fact that I woke up ridiculously early, especially considering that I stayed up pretty late to watch the Braves lose and the Cardinals win and clinch the Wild Card. I knew I was sacrificing sleep and therefore early morning functionability, but it was well worth it. (Yes, I just made up the word functionability – go with it.) But surprisingly I had a ton of energy when I woke up, something I used to have when I was in a good running groove, but a feeling that has been foreign to me since I started this dog and pony show up again.
So I decided to take full advantage of my mystery energy and convinced myself that speed work was just what I needed this morning.
Um, apparently this mystery energy brought temporary memory loss with it as well. Because I hate speed work. Absolutely loathe it. 100% of the time. On any other day, even if Steve Prefontaine himself had come back from the dead and woken me up, I would have told him no way in hell was I getting up at 5a.m. to do speed work.
But today I did. Trust me, it wasn’t anything fancy – or pretty, for that matter. I warmed by running a half mile at an easy pace and then alternated 4 minutes of balls-to-the-wall sprinting with 1 minute of recovery for 30 minutes total. I’d planned to cool down with another easy half mile but all I could really muster after those intervals was hands-on-hips slow crawl home. But I’m okay with that.
Because I willingly did speed work! And you know what? I didn’t die. Or puke. And though I felt completely and utterly exhausted when I hobbled back home afterwards, it felt good. In a Prefontaine – punishment sort of way.
I’d planned to make an awesome smoothie for breakfast for me and the boyfriend but my blender decided to betray me one last time.
See that? Yeah a nice big piece of plastic decided to break off as I tried unsuccessfully to fit the lid on it this morning.
There may or may not have been cursing and banging before and after said event. #SmoothieFail.
It’s okay. I really wanted a Larabar anyway….
How do you feel about speed work? And are you as semi-obsessed with Pre as I am? Or do you have a slightly more current running role model?