So my schedule this week has been:
Tuesday: 40 min tempo
Wednesday: 7 km steady
Friday: 5 km steady
Saturday: rest or cross-train
Sunday: 16 km LSD
The 40 min tempo and 7 km felt great. It was the silly 5 km today that felt hard. I really battled to get it done. First, I asked a friend to heckle me out the door. She told me if I did my run, I could eat chocolate. OK, that's good...that got me to the gym. Started trudging along on the TM and felt like crap. Told myself that I could take a walk break after 10 min, and if I still felt crappy, I could switch to the bike. Made it to 15 min, but still felt blah and need more motivation. Okay, time to use my imagination. Crank up the speed a bit. What's that noise around me? People cheering...it's a marathon! And I'm running at Boston-qualifying pace! There's Cliff jumping on the course to pace me to the finish...come on, Anners! You're almost there! Crank up the speed a bit more. I see Tony with the camera! I see the clock...it reads 3:37:45...I can make it...yes! I did it! Boston, here I come!! (More cheering from the crowd.)
In reality I was merely trying to finish my 5k run at a moderate pace. Yes, not quite the pace required to qualify :) But hey...if my little fantasy helps me to get my workout done, it's all good! Whatever works!