Monday, October 22, 2007
Breaking the Wall
Today is a great day.
You might be wondering how that can be possible, seeing as I woke up at 0500 with a mild case of food poisoning after watching the Sox please drunken fans everywhere, thus denying me of any sleep.
Well, I'll tell you.
For the last year, I have been running on a plateau. I've peaked in terms of speed.
The army requires I run two miles in 15:54 or less. For the last year, I've hit 13:40-13:49.
Today, all that changed.
I woke up and felt as though someone had placed a sizeable chunk of uranium in my gut. It hurt to bend over and tie my shoes.
Still, I had to be at first formation, lest terrible things happen to me.
My push-ups and sit-ups suffered from the intestinal disorder, and for the first time in a year I did not hit the maximum number of push-ups (75 in two minutes) settling for an unimpressive 73.
When it came time to run, I was almost ready to quit. I wanted to puke, my stomach hurt so bad.
But I marched onto the track, stretched my legs, and prepared for my worst run in years.
And then the whistle sounded and I took off.
I mean, I took OFF.
I hit my stride and didn't feel any pain. Sure, the dry air in the building gave me a severe cough afterward, but for the moment I was flying.
One mile in and I felt OK, hitting a 6:40. Usually, this is where I would hit my wall and slow down.
But today, I brought a friggin' hammer.
I busted the second mile in 6:55, my first sub-7 for a second mile.
Overall time: 13:35, a personal best.
Not only that, it made up for my lackluster push-up score, so I remain a 290/300. If I can cut seconds from my run, this means the training is working.
This means 13:00 is well within reach.
This means that, come December, I will hit that two-mile run like no one's business and max the PT test.
Oh, and along the way I'll run 26.2 miles.
As I said, today is a good day.
Run fasterst, ya'll.