The weekly Run down

With a new month's program in front of me, Coach JT asked me to do a few things:
A - Focus on nutrition - ALL THE TIME, not just during racing/training
B - Visualize and mentally prepare for each work out before I go to bed
C - Take note of how I feel during each workout

My responses
1 - okay. less McDonalds and beer...and ice cream. okay, I can do this.
2 - sounds silly, but okay
3 - okay, I'll blog about it with 'the weekly Run down'

I've avoided writing blogs on purely training because they tend to be dry. In hopes of avoiding this, I'll spare you the details, but rather describe various 'moments' of interest throughout the week.

I'm super fast right now moment
Zone 2 is below racing pace. Anything in this pace you should be able to sustain for a pretty good amount of time. I was happy to see my zone 2 pace was hovering around sub 8 for my first 20 minute interval. After some 30 second speed intervals, I ran another 20 at zone 2, pace dipped expectedly, but still happy with it as it was still mid 8s. woot.

Almost died moment
With an unpredictable workload at work and JT's AM being booked, I had no choice but to schedule my Track workout w/ Juliano during lunch (p.s. summer just arrived here in San Diego). Now, his track workouts make me want to vomit enough as it is w/o him there, but when he's there yelling at me in his crazy brazilian accent to 'go go go, up up up!' it's hard to slack, not even a little. 'we're going to do 6x200s w/ 200 recoveries, a 400m recovery and up to 3 more 200s depending on how you feel and your splits.' translation: hope you told your wife and kid you love them this morning.

Not wanting to set the bar too high for the remaining 200s, I ran the 1st conservatively. Bad idea. JT noticed, 'really go for it. these are sprints.' Oh, okay. The last time I sprinted I was drunk racing Oliver down the hallway of the Mandalay bay hotel, but okay. 'ready? annnnd up' (I think that's brazilian for on your marks, get set, go!). I leaned forward, I put my head down, I pumped my arms, dug into the track and I ran like ugly chicks were chasing me. 'yeah yeah there you go!' crap. Now I gotta do 4 more, just like that. By the end of the 6th 200, I had lost my shirt and nearly my pre-workout meal (4x over). After the 400M recovery, I arrived to JT saying 'okay, only 1 more (instead of 3)'. Translation: I'll live to blog about it.

Looking forward to the weekend and putting a lot of hard work in before my birthday on Monday!