I ran fast today. And it felt goood. The Fortius team had its first coached track workout of the season tonight. We were supposed to train at Harvard-Westlake high school but learned the hard way the school's commencement ceremonies were set up right on the track. So returned to the scene of our 6 a.m. swim, VNSO park. I've actually never participated in a track workout before. Every drill is new, which is exciting. At the same time, I wasn't the best at following directions tonight.
And I don't really care.
The culmination of our workout was supposed to be a paced, timed mile going at our highest sustainable pace. Remove the "sustainable" part and that's exactly what I did. I needed to know how fast I was capable of running, especially after all this training. I will pace myself better once I know what my threshold is. Besides, I haven't had a timed mile on a track since junior high school -- and I'm pretty sure I'm faster now.
Why? Because depending who's watch you believe -- mine or our running coach, Ray -- I ran either a 6:08 or 6:19 mile.
I'm inclined to believe my Garmin, since I hit start immediately when Ray said "Go!" and stopped it when I hit the one-mile mark exactly.
The time makes sense too, since I held a 6:36 pace at the Desert Tri sprint event earlier this year. Can I sustain that pace though? No way! According to Coach Gerardo though, he anticipates I'll be able to run around a 5:45-minute mile by the end of the season. That sounds awesome! And like a lot of work too.
Thus concludes a rather short work week of training for me, 6.75 hours. I've got a 3.5-hour brick on Saturday and a 2.5-hour swim/run on Sunday.
Overall, this has been a week of self-imposed intensity, which I rather like. I feel like Breath of Life is so close that if I can eek out any more productivity or performance from any inch of my body, I'm willing to try and do it. It also means I'll savor tomorrow's off day that much more.
160 days and counting.