Wednesday night’s Nike Speed workout, led by stand-in and chipper Coach Yves-Mark (cool name, right?), was “more of a fitness test:” we ran 3 x 1200. So, three times around the track, at our mile pace, repeated three times.
That’s right, kids: I said track. Finally we hit the oval and it was truly a beautiful thing.
I arrived late, feeling trampled from two days of negativity, disappointment, and helplessness. Folks, my mood has been grim, no point in dressing it up. So I was grateful to see EN’s friendly face in that crowd when I got to the basement of Paragon Sports.
The whole jog over to the track, he let me just spill it, dump the whole litany of sadness, fear, anger, hurt, everything. Tuesday night I was too stunned to talk at all; when Husband asked me what happened I couldn’t even go there, I just started crying (and I still have a job!), but Wednesday I was ready to purge. The whole kit and kaboodle, all in a rush: work, friendships, Nana, training, all the crazy awful shit. By the time we made it to the Sixth Street Track fifteen minutes later, EN affirmed, “Honey, it really has sucked for you!” With that, I was done. Time to run fast, and see if I couldn’t insert myself back into normalcy.
The workout was pretty straightforward, we did only 200 meters for recovery but Yves-Mark did it just the way I like it: nice and slow. The point of the workout wasn’t to charge hard, but rather to maintain just enough effort so that your breathing and form were relaxed even while you were working. I like these kinds of workouts because they pull my mind completely into my body, forcing me to turn away from any other concern or musing. This is what I needed above all else.
I missed recording the first split because I forgot to hit the lap button, but my second and third splits were good at 5:31 and 5:32. Then, when we were done, YM told us we were doing one more lap, as close to 6-minute-mile pace as possible! Okay, for just 400 meters? I was game; I still had fuel in the tank and frankly I was itching to zooooom out of the corner. In actuality it ended up a little bit ragged, we bunched up and it was hard to pass without losing speed. No matter, I finished the lap in 1:30, a 6:07 pace, and it felt awesome to just open it up.
EN and I shared a subway part of the way uptown, and he was a good sport as I cracked up at the flasher chic look he had going on. He even let me take photos. I appreciate the way he was willing to be slightly ridiculous in public to keep me smiling a little while longer.