I skipped my hill session last week because of logistical issues. This week I decided to switch the hill run from Wednesday to Tuesday to make sure I had no excuse for missing it other than general laziness.
Returning home yesterday from yet another muddy day on site, I threw on my running gear but then proceeded to procrastinate for a good hour before finally heading out the door. I was set to do six 400 meter hill repeats each at a 2:40 pace.
The hill I run on is interesting and I’m not referring to the path’s name which happens to be Cuckoo Lane. It’s got a decent incline for the first half then plateaus a bit, but the second half rises steeply with a slightly less severe slope near the end. The second half is killer. I have to pump my arms a lot to keep pace on that part which I’m sure makes me look like a crazed chicken or a flailing Icarus right before his demise.
I felt okay through the warm-up mile and the first repeat but by the middle of the second repeat I already had a list of excuses in my head to cut the run short. My lungs felt like they were going to burst out of my chest Alien-style. There were too many people on the path at this time of day. The black flies kept seeking asylum in my mouth. My knees were a bit achy. The trump card presented itself during the third repeat when my bladder signaled its need to be emptied.
I have to say I surprised myself. For once my stubbornness worked in favor of the greater good rather than dragging me over to the dark side. I completed all six repeats, some more successfully than others, but at least I got them done.
My repeat times were as follows:
2:40 (woo hoo!)
2:36 (I’ll pay for that)
Making my way down the hill for the last time I encountered a group of students walking towards me. Three of them had linked arms and were taking up the whole path and then some. I’ve probably mentioned this before, but this is a real pet peeve of mine. I moved as far as I could to the side of the path, but they didn’t do a damn thing. This irritated me so much that I made sure my shoulder slammed into the girl walking right in my way. I’m pretty sure a comment was thrown at me, but my ipod prevented me from hearing it. I wouldn’t have cared anyway. The twit deserved it.
On that cheery note, let me wish you all a happy hump day. Friday can’t get here fast enough for me, let me tell you.