It's been a while since I got into the nitty gritty of what's been going on with my training. And well this last month my heart, lungs, and legs have been handed to me on a platter after almost every workout. Yes, my coach is kicking my butt with all the work he has been throwing my way.
Double days started last week, which meant volume of workouts went up and it was time to get serious. I mean I've been serious, but workouts have been pretty laxed. I can handle threshold work, I can handle tempo days like its my day job. I have been told I am a "aerobic beast" by the guy that does my Vo2Max testing. So higher end aerobic work doesn't phase me much. What's my biggest weakness though? True Vo2Max work with shorter recovery.
I claim to love cross-country, and don't get me wrong I do, but I forgot how much I suck at longer interval work within that training zone. Give me 200s, 300s, or sometimes 400s, and I can run them all day with equal recovery. What starts to whoop my butt is 400s, 600s, 800s and 1k workouts with less than equal recovery. Yes, I know I'm getting stronger and I'm training a system that has been deficient for far to long, but I still despise seeing 10x400m or 8x600m on my workout schedule.
Let's be honest though, I'm just beyond grateful that I am healthy. Two years ago I was in a boot, last fall I was struggling to run more than 3 days a week because of my foot, and this year I'm doing work I never thought I would be able to get through. Sometimes I forget what it's like to not be on the track, roads, or trails. It's gosh awful and I have to remember that. Even though my coach is kicking my butt, I'm adding double days more into the week, and my legs don't always feel fresh; I'm running. I'm lacing up my trainers, I'm lacing up my flats, and I'm getting after it. There's so much more to be happy about, then to be complaining about.
I get to do speed work, I get to switch days around if we feel I'm too bogged down, and I have a coach that tells me "You're doing great. If you put the quality work in, it will start to click." What else could a girl ask for? Really, nothing.