All I can say is: "Ouch!" Today marked the first tempo run in two weeks and boy I am feeling it tonight. Let me just say first of all that I hate tempo runs. Long runs I am okay with, I enjoy the challenge and reward of running for a long time, provided it's at a nice laid back pace. I also enjoy intervals, the speed I can handle knowing that rest is just around the corner. But the tempo occupies some space that my mind is not equipped to handle.
Mind: "Okay, so we're going to run fast. That's okay it will be over quickly."
Me: "Well not really, it's going to be like 7 miles before we can stop."
Mind: "Forget it, I'm outta here! Zone out on your own."
Me: "No way man, I can't run that fast without thinking about it, you need to be here!"
Mind: "You want to run fast for 7 miles AND think about it at the same time!?!"
While I won the battle today it was not without casualties, which my tired and sore legs are reminding me of tonight. They are also telling me I just went from 0 to 17 miles in two days and to go easy on them tomorrow. I am fine with easy days, just as long as they are well deserved.