AM - Met w/ Sasha & Jeff at 5:30 this morning to do a tempo run. That's way too early for me... but it had to be done.
So Sasha suggested keeping it at a slower pace (5:40) since I've had some troubles lately with the outer Achilles', but bump up the distance to 7.5 if I could handle it. The first mile felt a little rusty, but the 5:38 didn't feel terribly hard. The next mile was 5:39 and I had shaken off the rust and was feeling pretty good. Mile 3 included a turnaround and was 5:41. We sped up a little here to a 5:33 fourth mile -- I didn't have my watch with me, so these are Sasha's measurements.
By the end of the fourth mile I was starting to get tired and wanted to stop at 5, but Sasha said NO and I said "Fine, 6," and he said "six and a quarter" and I was too tired to object. Mile 5 was something like 5:42 and I lost a lot of momentum at the turnaround. I wanted to stop, but Sasha kept shouting at me to keep going and I believe mile 6 was 5:44. I kicked a little at the end of the final quarter, but I'm not sure what it was. The 10k was somewhere around 35:05 - 35:10, which is a PR.
Now, I've never been a puker and never wanted/needed to puke after any workouts or races ever in my life. But something got into me and I felt AWFUL the rest of the run. Once we were at Sasha's house it overwhelmed me and I finally hurled on the sidewalk by his house (sorry Sasha).
It's funny, I drank a little Coke before the run (I'm going to get hammered for admitting that, but I drink pop before I run all the time.) and coming back up it actually tasted pretty good. I hate puking, but as it was happening I was thinking, "Well it could be a lot worse. At least the flavor's still there."
Splits from the tempo, as best as I can remember:
1 - 5:38
2 - 5:39 (11:17)
3 - 5:41 (16:58, turnaround)
4 - 5:33 (22:31)
5 - 5:42 (28:13)
6 - 5:44 (33:57, 5:39.5 avg.)
6.25 - ????