I have a post on the Athleta Chi blog today, so head on over if you're interested*...
Also, why did no one tell me that a 1:40 half-marathon translates to a 7:37 pace? Sweet Jesus. I did a 3x2 today at a 7:35, and I felt strong and capable of that, but 13.1 miles?
Not for nothing, the Nate Jenkins Special does do wonders for one's spirit. There I was, cranking out the miles to House of Pain, and I caught that thing we shoot for and felt invincible. I can see how that feeling could be dangerous, though, leading to major physical damage if you just keep going and pushing because you feel like you can get away with it. Until it all collapses--the Achilles, the IT Band, the glutes--and I can't run anymore because I wasn't careful and I didn't pay attention. But all that said, I am committed to trying to be safe with it all, to take care of the important things.
And I like the speed work right now because despite the risks, it's making me feel like I can take on anything. Which is exactly what I need at the moment.
*And I only wish that photo was of me.