This post is pretty much just to get us off the last post, because if you'll notice in the comments section, things got pretty out of hand there with the point finagling.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I laughed every time I checked the comments. Still do. You guys are a wacky bunch.
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So anyway, the point of this post is to give a little bit of background, so that when I write the post that I'm going to write later, it doesn't end up being fourteen pages long.
It's March. For some reason, this year as March has begun, I've been thinking back to the Marches of my years in high school. March is prime track and field training season. You generally don't have any track meets in the first couple of weeks in March (it's too cold), but by the time March rolls around, you've spent two or three months doing strength training in the weight room and endurance training on long runs, and it's time to start integrating the dreaded interval workouts into the mix.
For the running-uninitiated, interval workouts are horrible, but they really really help a runner to improve. Basically, you run a certain short-ish distance as hard as you can, take a break for a minute or two, and then do it again. You do this several times. Personally, my least favorite workout was when we would have to run ten of the 400-meter dashes (each with a few minutes rest in between). Another ugly one was when we'd run two 200-meters, three 300-meters, four 400-meters, three 200-meters and two 200-meters.
It doesn't sound that bad reading it here, but trust me, it was. I would get tired beyond anything I'd ever known, and sick--oh so sick. Interval workouts were agony. Pure, unadulterated agony. On days when I knew that we'd be doing intervals, I'd start getting a sick dread feeling half-way through Mr. Banks' eighth period Spanish Class, just thinking about how dreadful my life was going to be within about 45 minutes.
On the other hand, interval workouts are the classic example of the old adages that nothing good comes easy, and that good things come to those that work for them. Doing those awful awful workouts week in and week out made it possible for me to have some of my most treasured experiences and memories in high school. I'm talking about awards and the thrill of victory, but I'm also talking about friendships and relationships--relationships that have withstood the test of time and miles and different life situations. I'm talking about girls and boys (now women and men) who provided really positive examples for me, examples that I continue to draw on today.
So, I'm grateful that I was able to do those terrible, horrific, agonizing interval workouts. They helped create many of the good parts of who I am today. They taught me lessons I'll never forget. They've been invaluable in my growth and development.
However, it has been nearly twenty years since I've done an interval workout, and if I ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever find myself doing an interval workout again, it will be waaaaaaay too soon.
I guess a coaching career for me is out of the question.
10 points for the name of the song
5 points for the name of the musical from which the song comes
2 points for the name of the character who sings the song
other points awarded by whim