I am knackered. Beat, dog-tired, done in, wiped out, exhausted… knackered.

My new McMillan’s paces got the best of me tonight. 9×400 intervals, with a 2 mile warm up, and less than a mile cool down (because I was bushed). I had 7.3mph (8:13 pace) written down. I managed that for my first 2 intervals, the next 7 I ran at 7.1mph (8:27 pace). I slowly ran some recoveries, but walked more than half.

It took all my mental strength not to quit, I seriously considered just walking the last 2 miles. I had no idea what happened, but tonight was not the night I walked out of the gym feeling triumphant. I felt defeated, and then I felt like this….

 

Yeah, it was super-duper hard tonight.  But, it was intervals, it was supposed to be hard. And it’s running.  Seriously, even easy runs are still….running. Still hard a lot of days.  Definitely harder than sitting on the couch and catching up on trashy t.v., which is what I was sorely tempted to do tonight instead of hauling myself and the kids to the gym.

In the end I got it done, and will be more than content at this point with the fact that I completed all 9 intervals, and completed my planned 6 miles.

Tomorrow is a new day right? And it could be worse, I could have been one of those people running up 86 stories  to the top of the Empire State Building this evening.

Do you ever want to quit part way through a workout? Do you have a particular workout that you have a love/hate relationship with?