Friday, May 25, 2012
As I mentioned before I have re-joined my Tri team for at least the one or two times a week for run practice. Last night was a true test of my determination. It was hot and we were doing 10 by 400's at a pretty fast pace. Without a time trial to predict my zones, I just ran with someone I assumed I was well matched with. I had no idea I could run that fast. Granted, they were just 400's but our last two 400's I came in around 1:56 which is less than an 8 minute pace. If you would have told me a month ago I would be running like that again, I would have laughed. I vaguely remember those being around the same times I would do years ago when I was training and running a lot faster. This is a good sign. Not to mention that I was so focused on running fast and surviving that other thoughts didn't creep into my mind. When I run, my mind often wanders to my impending surgery. Not last night, I didn't have time to worry or think about it. When I said I was ready to prove that I can run faster again, I meant it. I busted my butt last night and I loved every second of it.