You ever get out there on the track or the trail, and in the middle of a workout think to yourself, “what in the world am I doing? I mean really, who do I think I am? This is waaaay too much work just so I can finish 247th in the Not Your Ordinary 10K? And I don’t even like to race…” Yeah, I don’t think that either.
800s today. 3.02, 2.56, 2.53, 2.51, 2.52, 2.44. Once again, my legs started out unlively and painfully dull, though they came around after the second or third repeat. It also helped that I moved to the front of the group instead of the back where I ran the first two. I HATE running in the back of the pack. Choppy strides, bumpy shoulders, craning neck … hate it, hate it, hate it. Anyway, the last couple of go-rounds the group thinned out and I ran free at the front for the most part. Nice, that. Afterwards, I really wanted to do a seventh, maybe eighth repeat, but no one else in my group did, and I didn’t want to run alone, so whatever, you can’t run hard and long everyday. On the whole, not a real tough workout, a bump short and a bit slow. I always tell people I can run track repeats all day long given a couple minutes rest in between. I am runner, hear me roar.
Other thoughts: I hardly even talk to Gilbert or hear his daily spiel anymore. I show up outta nowhere, do the deed, then leave. Es all bueno though. I made a sweet catch in my baseball game last night. Dove into the gap in right center, came up throwing and doubled off the guy at first. Doubled up another guy couple innings earlier. We lost. It’s the champeenship series you know, so this matters. Hey, two new bloggers on the Gazelles scene: Shi and Jorge. Both should be interesting: Andrew brings the high school angle, and Jorge is just, well, Jorge. But we need some chick bloggers, yo. Anyone? Anyone? Oh yeah, 10 years ago today, I was starting my AmeriCorps stint.