Today was speedwork. The running plan is going okay. Not great. I've had to do lots of reshuffling. However, reshuffling is better than throwing my hands in the air and giving up, so I'm seeing this as a positive thing.
Anyway, today was speedwork. And it was not easy. I went to the gym to use the treadmill. The workout itself should not have been that hard: it was mostly at a fast speed, but not very far.
I did not feel well. At all. Also I was very sweaty.
I was ready to throw in the towel (towels are mandatory at my gym) and concede that I let myself get too out of shape. Maybe the time had come to hold back on this training plan. Then I looked at the thermostat.
It was 26C. I think that they showed it in Celsius so that you wouldn't break down crying right then and there. That's almost 79F.
That's warmer than I keep my house.
Sure, it didn't kill me, but it felt very close. The good news: rumor has it that this experience should have made me stronger. We will see.
