Jessica keeps clamoring for some knob, so let’s work backwards, because that’s the direction I feel I’m headed. Today I ate a bunch of cookies.
Yesterday was 800s. Kicked. My. Ass. (As my friend says, “periods are comedy gold!”) Humidity at 137%, confidence level at -42 Kelvin. First lap of the first repeat with Jeff and Michael at 1:20 and I was hosed the rest of the morning. Ended up doing eight total, ranging between 2:50 and 3:00, struggling to keep up with Michael, Ivi and that Guy character. Three 200s, then a Bataan Death March back to Runtex. Encouragingly for my ego, over email a couple of running buddies said their legs were leaden today too, so I don’t feel like a complete wash-out.
Wednesday I think I jogged around the neighborhood in the rain, maybe three miles, who knows? I like running in the rain. Reminds me of being a kid and floating sticks down the curb.
Tuesday was ….. what? Yeah, Meriden. Lots of people seem to hate Meriden, but I’m ambivalent. I wrote the following in an email though:
i struggled this morning, heart wasn’t really in it. we were supposed to take it easy, and i ran with jeff and hugo (hugo said he finished 49th in the 10-miler on sunday, right behind michael strait). lot of regulars were missing. i nearly quit after 4, but did 5. started 4.16 down to 4.02, difficult everyone of them. i think last month my fastest was 3.51 or something. only did 2 strides uphill then went home. i just had enough.
Monday I again think I poopscooted for about four miles around the neighborhood.
Sunday I can’t remember.
When was the last blog?
Saturday run with the usual crew plus some others. I was late arriving, felt slow on the run. We did some modified trail/5K course around the Capitol totalling around 7 miles in about an hour. Sigh. My legs were dead. Sigh again.
Can you tell I’ve been sort of half-hearted? Something about perspective or desire or …. something something make Homer something something.
Oh, oh, week ago Thursday was a good session I think. Seven mile fartlek around the trail, and we all know that I love me some fartlek, so while I stayed with the big group of Mr. Legate, Ivi and others for most of the north side, once we got on the south side I caught up with Mason and Elsa and Johnathan(?) and we finished pretty hard. We ended up taking the intervals all the way back to mile 0, and the last one in particular was high exertion. Minute on, minute off, and I loved every minute of it. So I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.
And that catches us all up on our fearless poet. But brothers and sisters, I can’t stress enough how rough yesterday’s workout was on me. I very nearly quit after the first lap of the first interval. Nearly just took it on in, silently, not turning back. Fighting through that mentally to squeeze out eight intervals, some 200s and a run back should count for something I guess, but it doesn’t feel like it, probably because we all like to focus on the physical ups and downs rather than appreciate any mental gains.
But on the plus side, I knocked over the Sunsphere.