Three-Quarter Ass Wacko
So my new motto is "why do something half-ass when you can do it three-quarter ass?" Indeed, what kind of wacko eats Whatburger, cookies and peanut butter cups all day, then at midnight goes to the nearest track and does a guilt-ridden workout in the starlit lonliness? I guess the same kind of wacko that wakes up at 5:15 a.m. to do similar sweaty things with fifty smelly strangers.
Yeah, so I missed the workout yesterday morning, couldn't make it to the evening session either, and drowned the guilt in voluminous quantities of partially hydrogenated preservative corn syrup and a healthy sprinkling of Yellow No. 5. Finally, after the family was all put to sleep, and my belly could expand no more, I badgered myself into going to the track.
The calendar said "2x2000m,3x1000m,4x400m" and that's what I intended to do, but after the first 2000, my tune changed in the key of a first-class, whiney-ass, belly-aching. So I ended up doing 1x2000m, 2x1000m, 3x400m instead. But hey, it was nearly midnight, my times were respectable, I was alone, and if you throw in the warm up and cool down and the drills and the "active rest" and the walk to and from the car ... it comes in around 6 miles total. One neat thing was that since I had the track all to myself, I was able to alternate clockwise and counter-clockwise directions. I think I'd be faster in the southern hemisphere.
For the record: 2000: 7.47 1000s: 3.45, 3.47 400s: 1.24, 1.19, 1.14
Compare that to my times from last month: 2000s: 7.42, 7.36 1000s: 3.43, 3.43, 3.38 400s: 1.21, 1.19, 1.15, 1.13
Yeah, a little off, but what do you expect from a three-quarter ass wacko? And at least I somewhat reduced my self-loathing, replacing it with a mild self-disgust.
Happy Holidays!