It’s weird, looking back over February, to realize I didn’t get in a single long run. Nothing over 5 miles, in fact.
On the other hand, I never expected to do so much speed work. As I’ve been working on 15-minute treadmill time trials in preparation for Saturday’s indoor team triathlon, I find myself getting closer to breaking an 8-minute mile, which is something I haven’t done in, oh, 30 years or so.
It’s been interesting to develop a rhythm in these runs — 8 minutes at an opening speed, bump it up for a minute, bump it up again for another minute, then back down to the original speed for three minutes before two slight increases in the final two minutes.
I started out with an opening speed of 6 mph, gradually increased it to 6.5 mph, and then late last week cranked out an opening speed of 7 mph, which seemed way too fast for me — and yet, I found I could do it if I just … kept going and didn’t fret so much.
That got me to just over 1.75 miles, which is really better than I could’ve hoped for just 2-3 weeks ago when I first heard about this event. So now naturally I’m fantasizing about somehow cranking out 2 miles in 15 minutes, but that’s just too much of a leap forward in the few days I have left … Especially when I hopped on the treadmill over the weekend feeling sore from a 6-mile ramble along the railroad tracks (more on that later) and struggled to keep up anything much over 6 mph. (It didn’t help that I’d forgotten to tie my hair back, so it was flying all over the place and was a major distraction.)
So, we’ll see what happens on Saturday. It’s all just for fun, so the results don’t matter too much, especially since I’m on the “B” team. I just hope, once this is over, I don’t completely abandon these time trials in my rush to get back outside.