The best pace is a suicide pace

First day of preseason track, fartlek at the indoor. Ran three laps hard, then three laps easy, then the stairs, switched direction and repeated. 3.5 miles of this, the first set felt pretty rough, but after that I felt great. Got some burn going, but not too much for the first workout in a while. Feels good to be getting my life back on track. Pun intended. Always.

In my defense, it was too hot in that stadium and I was sick and couldn't breathe. oh yeah, and I suck. I went way too slow at the beginning. The pace felt fast so I told myself the other guys would die later, so I relaxed. Then I found myself in last place. By this time, it was already too late, so I sucked it up and finished as best as I could. My legs were fine the whole time, but I really couldn't breathe. On the last lap, I was still in last place, but I was close to the guy who was second to last, so I realized that I hadn't used anywhere near all of my energy, and sprinted hard to catch him. It was a fast kick, but that's because the rest of the race was way slow