I’m not gonna lie…I don’t want to go to track practice. Track = speed, speed = lactic acid and oxygen debt, which = OW. Every week, it’s a different excuse. “Well, I just attempted the marathon a few days ago, I probably need a full week of rest before I start a new program.” “You know what? It looks like rain, and normally if it’s raining they cancel.” “Um…well, this would make 5 days in a row of some sort of physical activity, and I did say that I would be giving myself more rest days after the marathon.”
Ok. I see what’s happening here. Little Megan has a track complex. Part of it is understandable—it’s much more comfortable to run 6 miles at “easy” pace with the gals than to run 800m intervals at the track with fast people. Then too, a little of it is about pride—I have distinct memories of track that fail to align with the MegaRunr of today. When will I get over that? Sheesh. I am exactly as fast as my training and lifestyle have enabled me to be, which leaves me with two options. First, I can keep running and eating in the comfortable manner I’ve grown accustomed to and accept my place in the great running middle. OR, if I am unable to accept this role without whining, I can make a more serious effort to do something about it. You think you deserve an age group award? Get on the track. You want to start running 6:00 for threshhold runs again? I’d suggest you run some threshhold runs. And cutting back on the Mt. Dew at work probably wouldn’t hurt anything either.
If for no other reason than to hold on to my right to whine, I am telling you, my blogging friends and accountability team, that I will be going to track practice this week. A perfectly lovely, true ladder workout is scheduled (400, 600, 800, 1000, 800, 600, 400). If I can’t have 400m repeats, the ladder is probably my favorite interval workout.