I finished the running workout. Not just finished it, but finished it to perfection. All my times came in under the specified times, I rested exactly as prescribed, and I didn't have to push myself past the vomit threshold. So why am I not overflowing with glee?
Something odd is occurring here. There is no way I should have been able to finish this workout, given my current fitness level. You can grind and grit your teeth and push through to your limit, but you can't cheat your VO2max. I can't figure out why I'm in as good of shape as I am. This is good news, obviously, but I'm in that mode where I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. I've been very injury-prone throughout my career, and I've never been able to handle a lot of lifting or running volume without breaking down somewhere.
I guess we'll wait and see. Maybe my body is finally producing the natural testosterone and human growth hormone levels required to keep up with this level of training. That would be AWESOME.
On another note, today is my birthday. How did I start it? I got up at 5:30 and was in the gym by 5:50, doing the next workout. Why? Because the rest of the conference doesn't give a shit that it's my birthday.
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