And yesterday, for the first time in over a month, I attempted some "speed" work - a couple of 400-meter repeats. It was exactly 32 degrees, mid-way between freezing and not-freezing, and a sharp westerly wind was blowing. I felt as if I was teetering on the brink; but that's where real progress is made in any athletic endeavor. I had new shoes on, and I was running in that familiar spot on Leonard Street where I always run my intervals, and suddenly I realized how exhilarating it is to run fast, even just a little bit faster than usual. The scenery rushes by, legs a little wobbly at using those fast-twitch muscles again, breath sucking in the cool air. And what a miracle! I was able to run a 2:04 and 2:02, actually faster by several seconds than the last recorded 400s I ran on December 31.
Am I Race Ready? Not a bit. But that's never stopped me from toeing the start line before, and there is a race on the horizon that I am tentatively planning to run - the aptly-named Frostbite 5-K next weekend, which my little race book tells me I have run four times in the past.
The 2014 Frostbite 5-K
Should I decide to go I have little doubt that my finish time will be my slowest ever on this course. Which, of course, is not the point in running races at all.
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