Most of the time I run with my neighbor, who is an Ironman, and is in training for her next. Today she needed to do 6.5 miles with fast sprint intervals. I am a new-ish runner. And I don’t sprint…ever…for anything.
Well, I made it. But the whole time sprinting, (for me) just running a little faster, (for her) I had to keep telling myself we were in a race. I would find a point on the road and try to make it there. Each time the fast interval came up I had to really TRY.
It was amazing. I had a great run. I am so proud of myself for not quitting early.
I am sure my Ironman partner is not in any pain, but when I get up from this computer I may have a little limp. But, it was totally worth it.