Luckily, I had the forethought to convince Vandy-Montana to embark on these Tuesday speed workouts with me. Initially I think he thought I was crazy... "ummm... speed workouts? with someone slower than me? are you nuts?" But, when I explained that I wanted to do them at the track, he was pretty much in (not enthusiastically in.... but in, nonetheless). And even though we don't run the same pace intervals... it's really cool to have someone there to keep me honest.
Let's examine the ways I would slack if it were not for having a running partner on Tuesdays:
1. I'd definitely punk out of the number of repeats I did, sometimes. (Case in point: Last week. Ugh).
2. I'd probably wake up in the morning some Tuesdays and be like... ehhh... I don't need to do a speed workout today... there's always tomorrow for that (and then of course not do it at all that week).
3. I know he's going to ask me what my intervals were and I dont want to expose my latent pansiness, so I bust my ass to get the repeat numbers I'm supposed to get.
Sometimes peer pressure is a good thing.
This morning wasn't too bad. I ended up doing 4x800s at 3:52, 3:59, 3:57, and 3:52. I've definitely noticed that when I try to cheat on my recoveries that I have a harder time with the interval (that's what happened with that 3:59). So, I need to try and make sure I dont get lazy and do a full 400 meter recovery.
By the time I got home, I had just over 7 miles and I thought to myself... hot damn! I just earned myself a cheeseburger. And then Vandy-Montana was quick to point out that... ummm... no I actually didn't. Damn.