What was I thinking?
Why am I doing this?
I’m not even halfway through.
Ohmygawd. I can feel it. I am so going to puke.
Stop! says my legs.
Stop! yells my my lungs.
Are you freaking kidding me?
How the hell am I going to get through another one and three quarters of these?
I’m not.
That’s it.
I can’t do it.
I should just give up.
Call it quits.
The loft is just over there…
NO!
Eff you hills.
Eff you lungs.
Eff you legs.
Eff you brain.
Keep going.
Don’t you dare quit on me.
Push.
Dig.
Harder.
Faster.
You can do this.
You’re not a quitter.
One more.
Go.
Go.
Effing freaking GO.
And done!
YESTERDAY’S HILLS:
8:30 a.m. BG before: 9.6
Temp. basal: none
Carbs: Breakfast 2 hours earlier
Hill repeats: 3 x 75/60/45 seconds
Time: 40 minutes
Distance: 5.41 km
Average hill pace: 5:04 min/km
9:30 a.m. BG after: 3.9
Pretty sure I found my near puke threshold in that 75 second one. But man did I ever need that release, and man did I ever feel pretty freaking awesome for not quitting at the top of the second set like I so desperately wanted to.
Thank you hills.
I have to admit, I love hills. If we’re going to choose flat or climb, I’ll choose climb everytime! It’s another level of rewarding, and not to mention when it comes to race day and the course is mostly flat, you feel like a machine haha Nice work, keep it up!
I usually love hills too… mostly when I complete them. It’s love-hate. But these hills were especially killer it seemed.
🙂
Was it the hills or those green fingernails that brought on your nausea?
Whatever, the near upchuck brought on a lovely piece of writing!! 🙂
Me, I get pukey sitting up in the morning!! 🙂
I am in awe of your determination and self-discipline 🙂
Surely YOU should know those were not my fingers what with your years of “simian” analyses of my actual fingers!