Track Club Suicide

The Tuesday track club met up at high noon.  It was 90 degrees and the heat index was easily 100+.  Attendance was low, most likely due to the heat.

Billy Owen’s plan was set.  Do 4x1mile at a 6:00 pace with a 1/4 mile recovery .  Ouch!  This was a suicide work out if I have ever heard of one.

The first lap started.  Hey this isn’t so bad…  By the end of the first set.  I was praying for forgiveness.  What had I done to deserve this?

I was pretty sceptical about this next set. 

By the end of the first lap, I had fallen off pace.  I think I ended up running with my Nemesis Andy the rest of the set.

The heat was killing me.  Not to mention the Stoneman, just two days ago.  Andy seemed to be handling it quite well.

The third set started and I started from the rear, and planned on just trying to finish it no matter what the pace.  Each lap I was loosing ground on the pack.  By the last lap the group finish a good 300 ahead of me.  I drug myself to the finish and walked over to the shade, downing my Gatorade.

The last set, we had lost a few people already.  I though I would try my best.  The group started and I lasted 1 lap.  I had called it quits.  I climbed over the fence and headed to the car.

I had survive, but DNF’d