Thursday, May 12, 2011
"Let the thing be pressed"
This was my first track workout since last July and I really had no idea what to expect. Thanks to the "new" GRC, there are a plethora of guys on the track to work with and work off of. I jumped in a pack running 800s, just behind another pack running 1000s. I was instructed to run "by feel". I ran each rep faster than I thought I'd be able to run (was thinking I'd be at 2:35 and working my way down from there) - 2:28, 2:30, 2:28, 2:26, 2:24, 2:24 - which was a major confidence booster. I felt smooth and comfortable and at times as if I was holding back some. My stomach burned during the last few reps, which seems to be expected. The big negative, and it is a huge negative, is that my quad locked up pretty good after the workout. I felt my quad tightening during the 400m rests near the end of the workout and by the time I shuffled out for my cooldown, I was visibly limping. I shut it down after a half mile, got a quick stretch from Samantha Kirby, who was working out with the women, and then drowned my sorrows with a Booeymonger cheeseburger.
Before I went to bed, my quad felt better and, when I woke up at dawn, even better. I shuffled out the door, but 4:30 into my run I bid Karl and Sam adieu and then walked back home. It was clear that I wasn't ready. Best to cut my losses and fight another day, and hopefully that day is tomorrow. I jumped into some core work and did some additional stretches in my room and now I'll wait. This is obviously a huge set-back - likely more mental than physical.
What this means? Well, all day yesterday my goal was to "press it" once I got to the track. "Let the thing be pressed", as Abe Lincoln once said. I wanted to especially press it during the last 2 reps. Though I hoped it wouldn't come to this, I was ready for possible retaliation. One doesn't know what will happen unless you try and I am damn glad I did. I rather lick my wounds than sit back with clean, pink feet. In retrospect, I maybe should have only run 4 x 800, but what's done is done. Sarah thinks, and I agree, that this is only a "hiccup" and that I "crossed the (threshold) line" in my push to find my limit right now.