Sprints

I hate Mondays.

So, don't get me wrong, I am not getting all Boomtown Rats on you, but Monday is sprint training day and I hate sprint training.
I can take the long runs (turn off brain, one foot in front of another), the weights session (turn off brain, pose in mirror, pump some iron occasionally) and the kettlebell sessions (swing, swing, feel sick) but the sprints are killing me.

According to my extensive reading on the subject (both magazine articles) 400m is not a proper sprint distance but more of a dash. However, it is the least pleasant part of the training and I would rather do more or less anything than sprints, such as sell my kids into slavery, compile a
financial report or even cut the grass.
So on Mondays I am either on the treadmill (which is very, very naughty) or out in Ambrosden running 10 x 400m sprints. I have even marked a couple of trees so that I can accurately gauge my distance. This training, I believe, is meant to shock my body into, well, something or other and it
seems to work as the sprints are killing me. I am running an average 1 minute 47s for the sprints and a good three hours shaking afterwards. I am appalled to read that this is 59 seconds behind the world record.

As this is a new activity for me I am yet to see any benefits in speed and stamina but as with most training things I suspect that it will get worse before it gets better and then one day I will leap out of bed on Monday and realise that sprints are just horrific. But until that day comes I reserve the right to be in a bad mood on Monday morning.

-Philip