Work it
It was back to Highline Canal over the weekend for a tempo run. I haven't done a real run workout in awhile. Ofer, Dan Mackenzie and I ran it together. I made some tactical moves that proved fruitful for this workout. Dan was coming off his wedding and honeymoon and while he's in solid swim shape I was guessing I could get him at the end of the tempo. With Ofer I had to resort to trickery since he's in far better shape than I. He was under the impression it was a 20 minute tempo but we were really going 4 miles. So like the miler he is, he started pushing at 19 minutes. Once he stopped at 20 I went by and told him we were doing 4 miles. Gotcha! Or as Amy would say Hra Hraaaa!
Yesterday Sean laid it on with a killer workout. 8x300y. Lane 1 on the 3:50. Lane 2 and 3 on the 4:05. I went into lane 1 since for some reason I thought it was 1:20 pace. As soon as I ducked under the rope I realized it was more like 1:16 pace. But once my head popped up in Lane 1 I was commited, the guys would laugh me outta there if I tried to weasel back to Lane 2. I would endure snivels and insults the rest of the week. So I stuck it out in Lane 1 and luckily had a very good day, I managed to come in on the 3:40's at 1:13 pace and get 10 seconds rest before doing it again and again and again. It was tough, especially with a Jersey Mike's 14" Cheesteak sittin around from lunch.
On those short rest sets I always fine the first couple to be the worst. It's friggin hard and I wonder how the hell I'm going to maintain this for a long ass time. Once I get that picture outta my head and take them 1 at a time then I can hold it and get through.
Now my arms are feeling crushed and Sean says we have a "doozy" of a set today.

