I did a small workout yesterday in the fleeting light that remained after I'd gotten off work (half hour early, mind you) at 4:30. I decided on a 1 min on/off fartleik to get a little turn over in my legs before the race Saturday. The course rolled, so it was nice to get a little speed combined with the ups and downs of the hills -- seeing as how I've logged all of my workouts (2) on a track so far. The result was a satisfying effort that has me about 75% ready for Saturday's race. I'll take it.
As I fell into the final 1 minute fast interval, The Machinist by Conditions came on my iPod shuffle. The shot of adrenaline coursed through me like a flood. My form was perfect, my speed, the fastest of the workout. That song is definitely going to be a staple for the upcoming training block leading up to Boston. I've already shared some of the lyrics, so no need to revisit them, but they get me amped.
As I sat in the dark parking lot getting a quick stretch, I could see visions of being fit. Logging cold, lonely miles over the winter-- just me and my trusty iPod shuffle. Traveling to Boston, and laying down the best marathon of my "career." Time to make dreams become reality.
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