Day 18: Threshold Pain and the Rochester Bandit
A few days have passed since my last threshold run, and today felt like the perfect opportunity to tackle it again. As I woke up, my Garmin Forerunner 955 seemed to agree, cheerily suggesting a threshold workout for the day. There’s something slightly unnerving about being bossed around by a wristwatch, but who am I to argue with technology? The Chase is On With my plan set, I hit the streets of Rochester, bracing myself for two 8-minute efforts at a high heart rate. It’s the kind of pace where your body feels like it’s negotiating with your brain, and the conversation isn’t polite. The first interval had me tearing through the streets like I was being chased by an exceptionally persistent tiger—or perhaps just a particularly annoyed tabby. Although the temperature wasn’t as frigid as in recent days, the increased pace meant the cold bit into my face with the tenacity of a terrier on a postman’s trousers. By the end of the interval, I had resorted to covering up, transforming into what...