1.5 mile warm up. 10x100 @ 16 seconds, 3x200 @ 33 seconds.
Holy Hannah. I have never been so miserable after a workout. I don't think it actually was all because of the workout; I think today was a yucky day anyway. The 100s were fine and felt good and same with the first 200, but then the lactic built up and the second two 200s were like :35ish. At this point, I was so dizzy and pukey and ouchy that I couldn't even walk without everything going all fuzzy and weird, so I would sit down and drink some water, then get up and walk a few steps, then sit down again. Coach Spence had me lay down and put my legs up against the wall to drain the lactic, but they hurt so bad I couldn't even stretch them out and I ended up just laying down in a heap at the base of the wall. I laid there for so long, some guy came up and asked if I was dead. I told him yes. He told me his name was Dan and that I probably wouldn't die. And that was the end of our interaction. After like 15 minutes of laying there and wallowing in misery, I staggered to my feet and walked home in this gross cold drizzly fog and my hair got all frizzy and my life just sucks. But Coach Spence told me he's glad I'm coming out for track and I have a lot of potential. So yippee for potential. If I ever decide to walk again, anyway.
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