Not that anybody comes here for advice – except maybe what liquor to pair your electrolytes with or where to score a cute running skirt for $7.97 – but after a few inquiries from people (who probably forgot who they were talking to) I guess it’s time to address the whole “Getting ‘Fast’” thing.
Reminder : “Fast” is subjective, and I still really don’t know what I’m talking about. Take that for what it’s worth.
I’m going to cut right to the chase and tell you the secret to becoming a faster runner – YOU HAVE TO RUN FASTER.
But running at the same pace at varied distances got really fing boring to me. “Welp, time for ANOTHER. RUN. JUST. LIKE. EVERY. OTHER. DAY. Yay!” I was so stuck on the thought that my hobby had to be “fun” I stayed in my comfortable, easy zone and just ticked the miles off. Blah. Blah. Blah.
That got old like, a long time ago. But you know what turns out is ACTUALLY fun?
Being good at something. Seeing improvements. Accomplishing more than you thought possible.
As soon as I started seeing progress from those first couple track sessions, I was hooked. I started prying information out of every knowledgeable source I could chase down – ‘How do I get faster?’ ‘What else can I do?’ ‘If I ran xx in :xx, what should I run yy in?’
(The mental image you should be picturing is me with a pencil stuck in my hair, frantically jotting notes in a steno pad with 17 excel spreadsheets open and thick-framed glasses on. Total #runnerd moment)
The general concensus on the secret to speed from the running brainiacs I’ve ruthlessly been harassing?
- Track, hills, tempo
I had the track business down, having thrown my little runner heart at it as fast and as hard as I could at the Track Parties with Coach “Faster Bunny” Margot. Last week I decided to checkanother item off the “to do” list on my “Get Freaking Fast” Plan :
If you’re looking for an ass-kicking, schizophrenic workout, hill repeats is your ticket.
This was a longer hill (.7 mi each way) but it was nice because just as soon as I thought I might really have to stop and walk or throw myself into on-coming traffic, I’d hit the top and got to run ALLLLL the way down. By the time I got to the bottom each time I’d forgotten how bad it sucked and was ready for the next climb.
We never claimed to be very smart, us runners.
Ok that’s unfair. I never claimed to be very smart. Maybe you are. But if you are smart, you must at least be kind of crazy. Takes one or the other (or both) to be a runner I’ve learned.
* What are your thoughts? Do you like to make it hurt, or are you a zen/fun/stress-buster runner? Necessary evil or unnecessary stress? When did running get so complicated????