It's weird how you can have a really good, strong run and feel on top of the world. Yes! My training and hard work is paying off! I must have eaten the right thing for breakfast! I hydrated well! I am a stud!
Then the very next day, you have a humbling, shitty run that concerns you. I'll never make my time goal! I am a loser! How did I get so slow?
Today I ran with my running group. We warmed up for two miles, did some strides, then ran four-six minute intervals at what should be our half marathon pace. Once again, no one runs that pace. They all run as fast as they can. So that is what I do. Then I die.
I swear, on the last interval, it was about 80 degrees, blasting sun and I was done. I was probably only doing a 7:30 to 8:00 min/mile pace. Several runners were ahead of me. One girl had the most interesting stride. I found myself wondering how in the heck she could run like that. Feet almost touching her butt with each stride, arms flailing, but she was fast. She told me she was trying to meet the same marathon goal as me to BQ (3:50 marathon). She only missed it by four minutes during her last marathon. I was eating her dust.
And to top it off...no one really talked to me. (except weird stride girl). I was the dreaded new girl with no friends. So here I was, huffing and puffing and sweating and wanting it to end. And it did and then I felt better, although I hate getting so blasted tired. Is this just the way with these damn intervals or am I out of my league??? I drank my post workout Gatorade alone.