Do-do-do, do-do-do, dooooo-do-do-do-do-dooooo
Mon- AM: The Pitiless 8-Mile Loop of Pure, Unadulterated Mediocrity. 1:05:00
PM: Torres-Virgen with Quim. 1:25:00, 8 miles, 1000 ft. Ran the two miles downhill as fast as we possibly could, then held a low 6:oo pace for the 1.5 miles back to the apartment.
Tues- PM: Loop! 1:10:00
Wed- AM: Loop?!?! 1:00:00 (but broken into 2 mile w/u, 5 miles temp, 1 mile c/d)
PM: 5 miles to the university track. then 6x400, 400 rests (all between 87-92 sec). then 5 miles back home. 13 miles, 1:45:00 total.
Thus- loop. 1:10:00
Fri- loop. 1:00:00
Sat- St. Pat's is no excuse not to run. However, Friday night I didn't get home from the club until 6:30am. That's the first time in about 4 months I've allowed myself to be dragged to the fucking discoteca. I hate that shit so much. So regrettable.
Sun - loop, met Quim for torres-virgen trip. 15 miles, 2:15:00, 1000ft.
Totals: 77 miles, about 11 hours, 2,000 ft.
Another flat week. Glute is nearly back to healthy. Less than happy about all this pavement, but...whatever. I like running regardless of what surface it's on...unless the surface is living people. That would be so gnarly. Yeesh.
2 comments:
I wanna go to a discoteca
p.s. I'm at the hospital again, working the front desk. You know those TV shows with pregnant women going into labor making all kinds of uncomfortably sexual noises (the same as their orgasm noises? maybe)? We had one of those, and a very excited dad, you know, my very favorite kind of hospital visitor. Additionally, there was a majestic black man holding the hands of his children, walking unwaveringly toward whatever comes next for him. My phone is dead. I am unreachable. Unreachable, extension 7000.
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