A friend said all I post about is beer and being drunk, so I'm going to make a conscious effort to make less ado about a-brew. Ha. ha. hheehmmblehh...
Mon- The Infamous 8.25-Mile Flat Loop of Intense Introspection and Loathing. 1:00:00
Tues- Again, but 1:10:00.
Wed- 3 miles to the university track, 3 miles on the track (4x400, 400 rest, just to introduce myself), 5 miles home. =11 total, about 1:20:00
Thurs- AM: the loop. 1:05:00
PM: to the bridge and back, 4 miles, 30:00
Fri- Loop x 2, 15.5 miles, 2:05:00
Sat- torres and virgen, 8 miles, 1,000 ft. 1:05:00
Sun- the loop. 1:05:00, done as a progression from 9:00/mile down to 6:50/mile for the last mile.
71.5 miles. 9:15:00, 1,000 ft.
My troublesome right-ass has been less painful this week. I have been dutifully stretching it and telling it how great it looks in the mirror. The positive reinforcement has been good...for both of us.
I felt better and better as the week went on, including my trip up the big hill. So, I'm tentatively happy about my decision to stick to slow, flat jogging for a while. Plus, I realized how totally out of touch I've become with maintaining a steady pace for longer than a couple miles. I've gotten used to running up/down hills and going more by "feel." By "feel," I mean that I would run while cupping my balls and pinching my tits. Obviously, this technique will not fly during the Santiago marathon, as Chilean public-decency laws are both strict and their consequences brutal.