Ever have one of those dreams that feel so real you don't realize you're asleep?
I don't have those very often. My dreams tend to involve strange creatures, super powers, and such bizarre plot lines that I never really think they're real. I just go along for the ride.
This morning's dream was different. It felt so real that I'm still a little shaken to find out that it wasn't.
Here's how it went.
I woke up at 5am, pulled on my running clothes and headed downstairs. I felt full of energy (that should have been my first clue). I checked my sugar: 5.0 (perfect!). I had a gel and two dates and headed out the door. Today's run was interval training and I had emailed Benny yesterday to ask what we had to do. Ten times 800m with a 2k warm up and a 2k cooldown. So I trotted along for 2k to get to the subdivision where we run our 800m intervals. I felt good. The sun was coming up. I did all ten reps - they were hard but I felt strong through all ten of them. I grabbed my water belt and headed home again. As I was running over the bridge, just a few hundred metres from home, I was nuzzled awake by Doug. I glanced at the clock. It said 4:58am.
I have to do it all over again.
I crawled out of bed for real this time. I pulled on my clothes and stumbled downstairs. I was groggy and tired after three days of getting up at 5am. I checked my sugar: 10.8 (sigh). I had a gel and took 0.4units of insulin to give me a little something to fight the high.
I ran an easy 2k, took off my water belt and prepared myself mentally to run 800m. Fast. Ten times.
The first time I brought Scully out to do these, I told her that it was four minutes of hell. Truth be told, it's actually about 4 minutes and forty five seconds of hell. The first trick is to push yourself at a pace that you can sustain for the entire 800m. The second trick is to push it at a pace that you can sustain for all ten reps.
I ran the first one in 4:42. It felt pretty good. The next four were 4:40, 4:39, 4:38 and 4:35.
I'm nothing if not consistent.
Doug, Klari and Barb showed up at 6:30am. They meet every week as part of their training for the Simcoe Shores Ultra Distance Relay (more on that craziness in an upcoming blog). I chatted for a few seconds and then continued for rep number 6. They started after I did but are much faster so they caught me in the last few hundred metres. Klari pulled up beside me and something possessed me to sprint like a maniac for the last 200m. Pride? Stupidity? Whatever it was, I did that interval in 4:24.
The next two were ok (4:35 and 4:40) but I was tiring quickly. The final two were 4:53 and 4:55. I was done.
I waved goodbye to the others, pulled on my now empty water belt and headed home. It was slow - I walked the last few hundred metres over the bridge and down my street.
If you count the ten reps I did before I even woke up this morning, I did 20x800m and ran just over 24k.
If you insist on only counting those that are officially registered on my Garmin, I did 10x800 and ran just over 12k.
Either way, I've had quite the workout and am now enjoying the endorphin high that comes after a great run. And I'm crossing my fingers that tonight's dreams involve flying whales and purple pandas.