As part of my post grad challenge (train for a 10k in mid June), I had to do my first "tempo" run today. That involved 1 mile at my "easy" pace (I am very slow short fat and old so this is 14.40 miles) then 3 miles at 13.05 pace, then another easy mile to recover.
I had run 5.3 miles on Sun at my easy pace or faster, and mostly up a slope so knew I could run the distance.
I hadnt imagined how hard it was going to be running (trying to run) for THREE miles at the faster pace tho. With hindsight I really really should have gone back to the "comfort" of the canal path and done this on the flat!
The first mile was fine (apart from having freezing cold hands - a mid May mid morning and I got freezing cold hands!) but then upping the pace as I went up the (gentle but endless) slope was sickening! I gave myself a little break by turning round and coming down the slope whilst I recovered a bit but that felt like cheating! I almost stopped after 1.5 miles telling myself I could go to the canal path and start again but that also felt like failure lol!
I plodded on. I went beetroot in the face (took me back to when I started the programme and used to get beetroot in the face after a few mins!) It seemed ENDLESS. I decided it would be a good tactic to count up to 50 as I went up the slope and then turn round and run down for up to 20 or less if I felt I could turn round sooner.
My dog got very confused. I was back and fore like . . . . a very short fat 50-something trying to run too fast!
The last quarter mile was the toughest stretch of running I have ever done - and that was at my slower recovery pace!
There we are. It is done now. What doesnt kill us makes us stronger, eh?
Next week . . . intervals!