And today had to be intervals

When I got to track today, I knew I had to do what I had to do. What my head and body wanted me to do.

Because I had nothing inputted in, I made my own interval sets. The track gang was doing four kilometers tempo on the faster side. I did a couple of 400s and then joined them for a kilometre. Then a 200. Then a reverse repeat.

I was panting. I was panting.

But I was coming back.

This felt like coming back.