#training

Morning came before I was ready. My alarm went off at 5:15, but my body was already awake—tight calves from yesterday's tempo run reminding me I'd pushed hard. I rolled out of bed, splashed cold water on my face, and stood at the kitchen window watching street lights blink off one by one. The air smelled sharp, like winter breaking.

Here's what the day looked like:

5:30 AM: Dynamic warm-up, foam rolling (focused on calves and hip flexors)

Early morning session at the track. Cold air hits different when you're halfway through intervals—makes you realize how much your lungs have to work. Today was 6x800m with 90-second rest. The third repeat always feels the worst, right when your body starts questioning the whole plan. But I kept the splits consistent, and that's the win. A guy running on the adjacent lane nodded at me after the fifth one. No words, just that quiet acknowledgment that we're both out here doing the work.

After the workout, I stretched longer than usual. Not because I felt sore, but because I've been skipping it lately and my hamstrings are reminding me. It's easy to cut corners on recovery when you feel strong, but that's exactly when you need it most. I sat on the track for an extra ten minutes, foam roller in hand, and worked through the tight spots. Boring? Sure. Necessary? Absolutely.

Breakfast was simple: scrambled eggs, toast, black coffee. I've been experimenting with adding a bit more carbs in the morning on hard training days, and it seems to help. Small adjustments like that don't sound exciting, but they add up. Nutrition isn't about perfection—it's about finding what works and sticking with it.

Morning started at 5:45. Cold air hit different today—sharper, almost metallic. I could hear the neighbor's dog two blocks over while I laced up my running shoes. That kind of quiet makes you notice things you usually miss.

Did my usual loop through the park. Three miles at an easy pace, focusing on form rather than speed. Saw the same guy at the water fountain, the one who always nods but never speaks. Today he said "good form" as I passed. Small moment, but it reminded me that people notice the work even when you think you're invisible.

Here's what I got done:

Morning run logged: 8km in 42 minutes. The park trails were wet from overnight rain, and I had to adjust my stride on the slippery gravel patches near the creek. Made me realize how much I rely on consistent conditions. When the surface changed, my form got sloppy. Mental note: train in different conditions more often.

Meal prep took longer than expected. I overcooked the chicken breast by three minutes because I was reading an article on form correction. Classic mistake—trying to multitask. Threw it out and started over. The second batch came out perfect at exactly 18 minutes. Small lesson: if I'm going to do something, I should actually do it, not split my attention.

Afternoon session was upper body. Bench press felt strong: 4 sets of 8 at 85kg. Added one extra set of shoulder presses because I had ten minutes left and felt good. Sometimes the plan needs a small adjustment based on how the body feels, not just what the spreadsheet says.