Workout was 4x800s at 2:50-3:10 pace with a minute recovery between each. Paul said to start at 3:10 and work our way down. I would rather start fast because I feel like I can’t get my body to go faster after it gets used to a pace. Need to work on that I guess.
Felt alright on the first one, started not feeling so great the second and the third was a struggle bus. 15 seconds before we were supposed to go, Paul asked if I’d be doing the fourth and I got ready to. He told me not to put my body through hell, that if I wasn’t feeling good I shouldn’t do the last one. In that split second I thought okay nope I’m not doing it, I knew it was just going to be painful and slow. It wouldn’t really benefit me. Instead I’d get down about being so slow and be frustrated with myself.
Times were 3:00, 3:02, 3:21. Yikes.
It was hot, as it always is at 4:00. Maybe that contributed to it. Plus my spirits weren’t so high today.
Anyways, feel bad about not finishing, but it was gonna be bad no matter what. I’d rather take a breather and come back and have a good workout when I’m feeling better.
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