Yowza! Working out with intensity is a whole different ballgame. I ran this morning in a bit of a chill: 40° and a slight wind. After ten sluggish minutes, I ran hard for fast/slow five times for a minute each for a total ten minutes. Talk about shocking the system. After thirteen weeks of a steady, simple pace, going fast felt unfamiliar. And my muscles didn't like it either. It took until the third interval until my body started going with the flow.
My Forerunner has the capability to load complex workouts like this one. I only have to listen to it beep, then look at the screen. It tells me what to do and for how long. Before each interval, it counts down for five seconds and for some reason, hearing it made me chuckle. It was my body laughing at my mind. "Are you kidding me? We have to run hard? Again? Are you sure that was a full minute of rest?" Funny thing about the mind. It always wins. We kept running.
The five intervals didn't take too long, and I was back running my base pace for the rest of the workout. My mind said that we were going a comfortable speed, but my body kept telling me it was a bit fast. (At this point, anything above a walk was probably too fast.) I finished the remaining forty minutes to round out the hour, covering 6.66 miles. I stretched, but my legs are going to be sore. I can already feel it.
