It’s time to come clean folks. I am not going to lie. I did not want to do these hills. I dreaded these hills. Secretly, I hoped, wished, silently begged for my critter-loving running chick to have a critter-style emergency resulting in her being a no-show.
No such luck.
I first saw the agenda for Tuesday’s hills about a month ago, when I was organizing the Sunday babysitting schedule. The second my eyes drifted past the workout, they nearly bugged right out of their sockets.
What the frick? Are you kidding me? No! No! No! I am not doing those. I can’t do those. I will not do those hills. There is no way my legs, let alone my lungs, can withstand those hills. Ninety second hills should not be allowed. Eight times 90 second hills should never be spoken of.
I spent a month trying to concoct the perfect excuse, but to no avail. Basically, I am bad liar’ I have people holding me accountable; and frick, that little cheerleader on my left shoulder wanting to give the naysaying devil on my right a serious beat down.
So Tuesday, I was tired, but I laced up my shoes; I was not confident, but I laced up my shoes; I had hours of studying needing to be completed, but I laced up my shoes.
And the run, it totally kicked my ass. I felt like I was running with bricks for legs. I thought for sure I would be experiencing my very first, and subsequent, puke-induced run. And my breathing, wow, I’m honestly shocked I didn’t pass out from hyperventilating at the top. I was struggling for air so bad I was shaking my hands desperately trying to regain control. I wanted to stop.
I did not stop.
The precursor for every repeat was the phrase: Oh Bloody Hell.
Indeed, it was hell. And we survived.
7:15 p.m. BG before: 9.7
Temp. basal: -50 per cent
Workout: 10′ warmup; 8 x 90s hill repeats with 3′ jog after each; 10′ cool down
Distance: 6.02 km
Average hill pace: 5:52 min/km
8:30 p.m. BG after: 11.1
Temp. basal: +80 per cent