Every so often, a session appears in my training plan to which my gut response is “you what now?”. A goal so unachievable that it makes me wonder whether it is in fact a typo.
The most recent of these was an innocent enough looking instruction which simply read:
“1 mi w/u, 4 miles at 8:00 mile pace. 1 mi w/d”*
Only trouble is, I’ve yet to average 8:00 mile pace over 3 miles with a pacer, let alone over 4 miles by myself.
I queried it. It wasn’t a typo. It is, apparently, perfectly within my capabilities. All I have to do is FIND THE HURT LOCKER AND MAKE IT MY FRIEND!
Hmmmm. Not really my thing. I wonder whether I can get away with being civil to the cupboard of discomfort instead.
*Post script: In fact, that session was overtaken by events and never happened, but I can say, with certainty, that I am now on first name terms with the cupboard of discomfort.