As noted in my previous post, I took Monday off. It ended up being a good move. Usually an easy day (or simply a day off) can cure this nagging Achilles...or at least delay any further pain/damage.
On Tuesday I ran down to the Palisades Trail with Bain and further explored this mysterious greenway. Like Ponce de Leon and Balboa, Bain and I cut our way south until we reached a giant cliff. Since we were close to 40:00 in, we decided to turn our heads and move back north. I now have run this entire trail (I think), though not all in one run. Someday. Sigh.
On Wednesday I met Sam Blasiak at B-CC for a workout on a miserable rainy night that saw the mercury dip close to 40 degrees. My plan was to run 3x1600 (400 rest) at 4:59, :55 and then see what I could do. I am hoping to run as close to 5:00 pace as possible for next weekend's 10k. What followed was a disaster (picture reference). Sam took it out hard and after the first 400 (70) I settled into an easier pace. 4:51. Pretty fast. I noted out loud with a grin "must be the taper". The next 1600 was crap - 4:56. I started out on pace (goal was adjusted to run 4:51 again) but I quickly slowed down. My mind wandered. I thought about work, female foxes and about everything that wasn't running. When I did think about the workout I thought about it being over. I wasn't into it. Bullshit. I NEED to be in to it. This is what I do. My stomach was giving me trouble, my shorts felt too small, I was getting poured on...my pet's heads were falling off (Dumb & Dumber reference)...none of this mattered. Get the workout done. Do it. I took a quick bathroom break then headed back to the track. Sam was already on his 3rd mile, so I ran down and tried to run in behind him. I started 50m back and by 100m looked down and noticed my shoelace untied. Great. I stopped and shuffle jogged back across the soggy infield to start again. By now I was feeling somewhat dejected but thought I'd rally on the last repeat. Not so the case. 4:57. My mind wandered and my splits were as even as a high school freshman's. We finished up with 4x200m strides. I felt as if I had no speed.
I do a great job getting mentally psyched up for every race I run, but not so much for workouts. I need to change this. I need to think about the workout more before going in and get mentally prepared. I can't be laissez faire and ho hum. Part of this stems from my fear and dislike of running workouts on the track. The track feels like an aquarium. I am looking forward to running some longer stuff on the roads/canal as the weather warms. When will the weather warm? 39 degrees and rain is miserable.
Achilles seems fine.
Mitten laid an egg.