But I did it anyway. Because they had already lured me in with one of their free (and awesome) intermediate half-marathon training plans. That plan helped me realize my running dream of a sub-2-hour finish in my last half-marathon, and I came in at my goal pace right on the dot. (After re-reading this, it makes it seem like this plan made that half-marathon easy. It wasn't. There was a lot of shameless mental begging with any god who would listen to keep my numb legs moving in the last 2 miles.)
But my mistake, you see, lies not in the fact that I paid hard-earned electronic money for this plan. Did you notice the word "advanced" next to the word "10K" in the first sentence? Yeah. That mistake.
Maybe I was still on the high from my half marathon (which was Thanksgiving weekend) when I purchased this plan, but after I put it in the little planner thingie to which my 20 bucks also gave me access to (although you must pay MORE to schedule workouts ahead of time. REALLY?), I took a good hard look at it. Here's pretty much my thoughts while giving it a once-over: "Easy runs...uh-huh....some long runs....awesome....2 days of speedwork a week, mostly intervals.....bring it......a few rest days.....Cool. I just ran a half-marathon in under 2 hours and I CAN DO ANYTHING I AM INVINCIBLE NEENER NEENER."
I started the plan today (well, technically it started yesterday with a rest day), which began with some intervals. Feast your eyes if you will upon what it says to do today:
2 x 1200 meters at race pace
2 x 800 meters at race pace
4 x 400 meters at race pace
6 x 100-meter strides
After a warmup, run each interval at your 10-K goal pace. After the intervals, do strides.
My 10K goal pace isn't something crazy insane like 5 minutes/mile, but it's tough for me. Tough enough that, when I hopped on the treadmill to do these intervals, reality set in. While the warm-up was all rainbows and unicorns, the first 1200 repeat had me in serious doubts about this workout.
Maybe I wasn't as "advanced" as I thought if I wanted to sit down on the treadmill belt so it would carry me to the ground instead of having to expend any more of my own ATP to do that.
The only thing I could think of to do in order to finish was to cover up the little 400 m rectangle of evil in the treadmill display with some post-its that happened to already be on it from my half-marathon training. I had to bury the pain under paper. I couldn't bear to watch that little hellish rectangle light up square by square by square in painful running-workout slow-motion. I would only allow myself to look at the miles, so that way in order to know when each interval ended my mind had to be occupied with math (it takes me a long time to do math. Even simple math).
There's nothing like a few 1200 m or 800 m repeats to make you beg to do 400s.
I finished the workout in 90 minutes. My hammies were screaming and my left Achilles is whining and I have iced lots of body parts this evening, but I made it.
But I am no longer invincible. Neener neener.