As I’ve mentioned before, I got my RRCA certification this past fall. I found the class really informative and I understand the science behind running more miles, slowly. I get how in the long run, you’re going to end up with greater endurance and a faster pace. If you don’t believe me, take a look at TMB. That girl has gotten super fast since she started piling on the miles. There are other running bloggers out there who’ve experienced the same thing. Running farther, slower, is easier on your body from an injury standpoint. We learned that the base building phase and the sharpening phase take place at different times in your training. And your overall pace will naturally speed up, just from the added mileage. Then when your base is built, speedwork comes in.
I get it. I really do. In fact, I’ve been doing a great job lately building my overall mileage.
I also believe that any run is a good run. (Although nearly pulling a SUAR on my Sunday run did make me question whether that was really a good run.)
But, I learned something about *my* running this past Saturday. That would be the run where I really pushed myself for the first time in a while. The run where I was stopped cold when I crossed the lactate threshold. The run, after which, I spent the entire day in an AMAZING mood.
Yep. I learned that every once in a while I need to pull out all the stops. Every once in a while I need to run all out.
Other people need to run long to get their fill. Me? Apparently, I just need to run right up to my puke threshold.
Good thing race season starts on Saturday. ;o)
(Edited to add: Just to be clear, running fast has nothing to do with training gains and everything to do with running as my anti-depressant. I don’t run fast in an attempt to get fast. I run “fast” to get happy.)