Ever since high school I have not liked track workouts. They weren’t so bad then when the duration and speed were slower, my expectations were lower, and nobody on the team could beat me.
Now I dread them. Speed workouts equal intense pain. Pushing oneself as fast as possible around an oval path. Trying to limit rest time to simulate races. And nobody to train with to push me and make the workouts more interesting and pass by more quickly.
So with great trepidation I had penciled in 4×400m with 200m active rest for today’s workout. I drove to the track in fear of the pain and slow times that lay ahead.
After a two mile warmup and stretch, I added in a few striders and extra half lap warmup too delay the inevitable. The 400s weren’t too bad, although they felt really awkward. I did not feel fast or smooth; the whole experience made me want to start working on technique drills.
