Growing up my brother and I used to create mini-competitions which often included sprinting against one another in our front yard or on the beach during summer vacation. In fact, that competitive edge still comes back even as adults.
There is something completely invigorating about a good sprint. I feel fast and sleek as the air blows through my hair. My legs feel strong and mighty. So fast that I could outrun a cheetah. When I sprint I know I still have that extra oomph left in me. I’m emptying all the fuel that is left in me leaving nothing behind.
Today I did some sprints on the treadmill. I focused on starting out with 2 minutes of walking and then every 1-2 minutes increased to a higher setting until I was up to a sub-7 minute/mile pace. Then I went back down the speeds to then work my way back up again. It was a nice way to do an overall 4 miles and showed me that even once I took a breather to walk I could kick my legs into high gear again.
I’m aiming for those bursts of energy found in sprints to help make me faster during race days…so fast that no one can catch me on the run.