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March 12, 2013 (Night)

Exercise Type: Run

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Goddammit. Have I like completely forgotten how to do a track workout? I've been able to do the tempos and progression runs and fartleks just fine, but this is the 2nd track workout I've fucked up. I guess I came into it with a bad attitude. I was tired from the last couple days of training and felt really weak and drained from work like always so my head was already filled with doubts before the workout started.

I was planning on doing 3x(1000,1000,400) w/ 70 seconds rest between everything. I did this same workout my Jr. year at Bucknell minus the 6th 1000m in 2:57, 2:57, 61, 2:57, 2:56, 61, 2:54, 61. I have no clue how I did that. To this day I am floored that I was able to do that workout considering I was probably in 15:00 shape at the time.

Anyway I went into this workout thinking "i'm tired as hell, let's just start off slow, like 3:02, and work on getting faster from there". So of course I do the exact opposite and start off with a 2:56 first k. The first rep wasn't that tough but it put me into more pain than I wanted to be in that early on. It kind of just broke my spirit. From then on I just mailed it in for a few more reps and eventually called it a day 800m into the 3rd 1000m. I feel like such a huge pussy. Oh well. I know that each subsequent track workout will feel easier and easier from a mental standpoint.

Oh yeah one more thing. On the 2nd 1000m there was this fat tub of shit walking with his ugly hag of a girlfriend. She was in lane 1 and he was in lane 3. Normally I'd have plenty of room to run between them in lane 2, but there fat asses and saggy arms were spilling over into lane 2 leaving me with little room. I weighed my options: passing them wide in lane 4 or squeezing in between them. I chose the latter option. I didn't touch either one of them and said "excuse me" as I passed. But it must have pissed off the fat tub of shit because he yelled "hey watch it, dude!" at me as I ran away. I spent the remainder of the repeat thinking how I wanted to turn around and beat his face in, which probably contributed to me running so slow.