{"id":1315,"date":"2015-10-05T16:38:27","date_gmt":"2015-10-05T11:08:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/?p=1315"},"modified":"2015-10-05T16:38:27","modified_gmt":"2015-10-05T11:08:27","slug":"the-story-of-two-tempo-runs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/2015\/10\/the-story-of-two-tempo-runs\/","title":{"rendered":"The story of two Tempo Runs"},"content":{"rendered":"
A 9k tempo run. At my threshold pace. Stress. I was only counting negatives.<\/p>\n
That I’ve not run so fast all season. \nThat it wasn’t raining. \nWarm up done. I picked up pace. I held it for a while, but when the heat got to me and I faltered. Rahul, being stronger and faster carried on. Now my only goal was to keep him in sight. Further down the road, Malay decided to join me. And there we were. Trotting along. Barely managing to hold pace. And then we turned around for the second half. Around 6.5 km I stopped.<\/p>\n
For no reason.<\/p>\n
No pain.<\/p>\n
Not even out of breath.<\/p>\n
Malay stopped too, with me.<\/p>\n
Wondering if all was ok with me. Also wondering why did I stop. when\u00a0he asked me I had no answer. I only managed to mumble – sometimes my brain gets the better of me. After gathering my wits\/ thoughts\/ will power, we started again. I had about 2.5 km to finish and 500m into the run I felt I got a stitch. Then my entire stomach seemed to be tied in a knot. I could barely breathe. But I continued running. It was an ordeal. I was ignoring the pain and going on. And all this happened within a kilometre. Suddenly, I saw the light. I couldn’t breathe because I wasn’t<\/em> breathing. And that was root cause of all my difficulty. \nEureka! \nSo deep breaths! \nWithin 10 strides the knot dissolved. \nAnd it got easier. \nI found my rhythm. \nWith 100 m to go I sprinted to the finish and I brought the average pace down to a respectable figure. Not my target pace, but close enough. \nNot bad!<\/p>\n