I Didn't Quit!

Yesterday's post left me feeling a little disturbed about my character. Am I really the type that quits just when things get hard? It turns out that I'm not. Hooray! Last night C and I went to our weekly Tuesday night track workouts as part of our speed development program. I haven't felt very well since Sunday, but thought I'd try to run anyway. Last night's workout was the hardest one yet. We started with a mile warm-up. Then we ran 3/4 mile at a really really fast pace, with a 1/4-mile recovery. We did this insanity FIVE times. That's almost 4 miles at a 8:00-mile pace. That's fast for me. C's run was even faster. Then following the five reps, we did 200 meters at basically a sprint, followed by a 200-meter recovery and then another 200-meter sprint with another 200-meter recovery at the end. Then we finished with a mile cool down. The overall workout was just barely under 7.5 miles. On a Tuesday. At night. In cold, windy weather. It was hard. It hurt. It hurt bad. But, I did it. And not only did I do it, but I did it all alone as my group was seriously slow yesterday. I wanted to quit. I wanted to stop running (because really, who cares if I did?!). But I didn't. And even through my pain today, I feel great.