15×400, supposed to be a controlled pace workout, in the running was
all over the clock. 83 here, 78 there, 81 here, 77 there. Calendar
called for 20, I started early to oblige, mentioned Sunday 5K to Coach
G and he told me to stop, so I blasted a last at 70. Slow. Me.
Monday 8 hard over Bouldin, had a good laugh, 4 later that night. 10
easy on Tuesday, 9 a little less easy yesterday. 10 total today. 10
Tomorrow. 14 Saturday. 6 + 5k Sunday. No rest for the weary, the peak
is in sight.
I’ve been, gasp, listening to Jessica’s pink iPod on some runs.
Cranberries, Killers, New Order. !?!? Just need some Candlebox and Gin
Blossoms and it’ll be 1993 all over again. Ah, Candlebox … you left
me far behind.
Look for something different in this space soon.
