1 Mile Run Time Trial
Ah yes, the 1 mile run time trial. The definition of short lasting, but intense pain (see "Pain" a few posts down).
Here is a detailed description of a 1 mile time trial:
4 laps around the track. Run too fast in the beginning, and you blow up halfway through (see 5K below). Don't push it hard enough, and well, that just ain't right. Ideally, you have descending splits. You are going pretty hard every lap, but you always have to leave some in the tank for the 4th lap.
Fast forward to about 4:45 into the run...
You just finish lap 3, and then you realize there is only 400 meters left. You tell yourself to turn it up a little bit. Here we arrive to the classic negotiation of when the 'fire' inside you when it tries to have a conversation with that thing called reality. Reality says "Hey fire, I am already pushing pretty hard here, what else do you want me to do?!." Fire responds with two words: "More. Faster". Reality says "ok, I think I can I deal". Then 200 meters later, you hit the halfway point of the final lap, and the fire smacks reality upside the head and said "Is that all you got?!" Reality, so consumed with what is happening, barely acknowledges the slap.
Then you hit the apex of the final turn, and chaos ensues. All the sudden your heart comes into the negotiation. "Hey! Hello! I'm over here pumping like mad!!! What are you guys doing to me? Hey, Logic, where did you go? I thought you were supposed to be helping me out!! Were you
ever here?" Logic has left the building ladies and gentlemen before the time trial even started. It's now your 'inside' heart versus your 'physical' heart. You are going so hard, you actually almost feel like you are slowing down. Your legs start to feel like they have 20 pound weights on them. You're face looks like you are about to give birth to a small mammal. Your heart feels like it has to supply blood to people on the other side of the earth faster than a concord.
Then all the sudden, you feel it. Pain. Its not like someone punched you in the shoulder. Its not like you stubbed your toe. Its different. All the sudden your entire body, even the hair on the back of your neck hurts. Your lungs tell you that you should be in better shape. Your quads are now completely engulfed by "the fire" and they burn. Your calves feel like the coals in the firepit. You barely notice, and might even acknowledge that it hurts, but you are just thinking about the finish line. You see it. You hear someone counting off the time "6:07, 6:08, 6:09..." You might even process that someone is yelling "c'mon denner!!!"
You cross the finish line, maybe even with a grunt, and you are moving so fast, it takes you 100 ft just to slow to a walking pace. Your heart still pumping through your chest, is actually looking at you square in the eyes saying "thank god that is over!!!". Everyone around you is panting heavily. No one can talk. You bend over and put your hands on your knees to catch your breath. And then, after about 3-4 minutes of walking it off, everyone is smiling, high gives all around, people are laughing.
"Dude, that was awesome... wanna grab a beer?"