After yesterday, I really wanted to follow up and talk about the conversation that Liz and I had.
I had mixed feelings after the workout. I started questioning everything. Why was it so hard? Why did it feel like it was out of my reach? Did I not fuel properly? Have I been eating enough? What could I have done differently?
Even though I felt like I gave absolutely everything I could, I felt like I failed.
It turns out I was wrong.
I wrote all those feelings in my feedback and sent it to Liz. She wrote back (and I'm summarizing), "Tea, you were phenomenal. I made that workout for you. I usually give those intervals as 110%, but I wanted to challenge you. That's why I set the intervals at 130%-150%. You didn't quit. You ADAPTED to the conditions. We don't reach our goals from going easy."
Trust me. I thought about quitting, but the thought of telling Liz, "I quit" was worse than the intervals. I kept going, and that's what she wanted to see. She wanted to see what I would do when my back was against the wall.
This whole conversation really got to me.
After the bike, I ran (later in the day). I thought about what we've been doing lately.
Sometimes I look at the workouts, and I'm actually terrified.
When we talk about my race plan, I'm terrified.
I'm terrified because I'm learning about a new level of pain; a new level that I never realized I could get to.
This morning, I had 800m repeats. Believe it or not, I really love the 800m repeats.
After yesterday's workout that left me wrecked physically and emotionally and being sore from my strength workout the day before, I knew I had to take the warm up slow.
I've also learned that the body will do whatever I ask it to. Trusting my body has been the #1 thing I've learned this year.
My 800m were all descends. Start at X pace and get faster for every single one.
As my new normal, I no longer look at my Garmin. I just kept running.
For the very last one, I decided to check in with my pace at around 400m. I realized I was running at a pace of :25 seconds per mile faster than I thought I was running....and I was within striking distance of my super secret pace goal.
I started running.
I mean.
I STARTED RUNNING.
I was all in. I didn't care about the noises I was making. I didn't care about how I felt. I was going to get that goal today.
I took my average pace from XX:25 to XX:03 in 400m.
I missed my goal by :03.
For the last 400m, my heart rate was 10 beats higher than my threshold heart rate.
Last week, I would have been thrilled with a pace of xx:03. This week, it wasn't good enough.
Next week, I have 400's. All of a sudden that goal that I'd been working for doesn't seem so tough now.
You can bet I am going to go after a new goal.
