Hill repeats. I haven't started a training log with those two words in a while. Ed and I decided to head back to our favorite hill. Puke hill, part of the Cotton Row 10K road course, was our destination. After a 1 mile warm up, we started our 10 repeats. My first repeats was fairly slow, but considering I was still sore and that it had been a while, I wasn't too concerned. I just decided to pick it up a little on the next one.
The following paragraph contains blurbs from the conversation that took place inside my head after after my first repeat. "That was much better". I accelerated again on the third one and again on the fourth one. "Hmm, this is new. I'd never tried negative splits on any hill workout, let alone this hill. No way! I can't keep this going. How am I going to ensure I am going faster every time. What if I just go too fast too early?" The fifth and sixth repeats were faster yet again. "Alright, now I have to try! Now the 7th repeat, 1:03 minutes. OK, this is gonna suck. Scratch that, it already sucks! Number 8, 1:01 minutes. Numero 9, 58 seconds. This hurts, but what does everyone say? Your last repeat has to be the fastest one. Oh well, might as well go for broke. What was my fastest time before? 54 seconds? But I didn't run negative splits then, I took it easy and just ran even splits at a much slower pace than this! Here it goes...I think I'm gonna throw up...don't forget to push the split button when you reach the stop sign...press it...press it....dang! 50 seconds. That hurt my legs and my lungs! Does this mean I have to break 50 seconds next time?"