Speed work is front of mind for me tonight, because after I left the office, I dragged myself to the gym, where I was tasked with a tempo run. Specifically, the plan called for 2 mi w/u, 3 mi @ tempo, 2 mi c/d. The plan (which, it bears repeating, is tailored for those looking to break 3:15, which I am not, but they don't make a break 3:20 plan) went on to specify what that tempo pace should be. It was 7:00/mi. I was alarmed.
Begrudgingly and not without difficulty, I accomplished this workout as prescribed. However, I spent those three tempo miles thinking two things:
1. No way in hell I'm doing all three of these (I did, but only by lying to myself and saying I'd stop at 2), and
2. In the epic battle over which sucks worse, the long run or speed work, speed work wins in my book, without question (ask me again after I run 20 miles then sit in a car for 2 and a half hours to travel to a work event on Saturday).
So I finished my tempo run with these thoughts in my head, and decided I should write a blog post about how I hate speed work, and how I don't even bother racing distances shorter than 26.2 miles anymore because I dislike the discomfort of running fast so much. But, since I was walking home from the gym and am not looking for additional ways to be nearly run down by vehicular traffic, I decided I would dictate this blog post to my phone.
I began thusly: "There is a reason I only race very long distances, and that reason is that I hate running fast."
My dictation app transcribed this:
Not only is this not at all what I said, nor even tangentially related to speed work, but it's factually inaccurate. I love cats.