Last week I had a hard run on the schedule. A full 45 minutes of pain. Of sustaining a heart rate that I know will hurt. But I wanted to do it. I was psyched up and ready, and PIC was doing the same thing too so I knew I had a rabbit to follow. I thought I was ready. Well, I was. My electronics, however, were not.
I started my Garmin during the warm-up and noticed it thought I was inside. Inside? C'mon.....PIC's Garmin is working just fine! (Enter expletives here) I stopped it, reset it. It still thinks I'm inside and over 100 miles from where I used it last. (More expletives here) And, the darn thing doesn't even know what day it is. Stupid watch. Ok, fine. I won't get the data I was hoping for but I can still do the heart rate effort. I know when I'm supposed to turn around so it's all good.
Until I attempted to turn on my iPod. (Lots of expletives here) No go. Are we kidding? Ok, reset it and press play. Silence. (Expletives keep coming) Oh lordy, I have to do this without music. I know, I know, it's actually good to do hard run efforts without music....it gets you in touch with your breathing and we can't have music during our races......so you need to get used to it. I just wasn't planning on having that issue for this run.
Focus. Breathe. It's just a watch and just music. PIC and I started our watches (mine without GPS data) and we were off! And it was as hard as I thought. But it was good. I focused on my breathing and treated it like a race. I even felt like I was in a race at times (even though there was no one around except for PIC passing me like I was standing still)....the hurt, the feel good times, the can I really go for 45 minutes thoughts, the can I walk now?, am I almost done?, I can do anything for 10 minutes.....
Hard run. In the bank. Cha-ching.