I ran the 5K tempo run this morning. The actual distance was 3.18 miles. And it wasn’t so much a tempo run as a mock race. My time?
This equates to a 9:35 mile pace. I bested my 5K PR pace, but because of the stupid additional 0.08 miles I didn’t get to see a lovely sub-30 minute time on my watch. I’m a tad bitter about this. I’ll fiddle around on MapMyRun and measure out 0.08 miles backwards from my start/finish bollard in the park so I can eventually re-run this with the correct distance.
Overall I’m really happy with the improvement I’m seeing in my running log because of these tempo runs, so I’ve decided to stick with it and work up the tempo distance to 10K over the next few weeks. Hopefully I can find some local-ish races in the fall in which to show off my progress. So far though the search has turned up bupkis. So sad.
I deserved the Muppet award on Monday.
Once a week, I go shopping at the larger grocery store which is about a mile away from my house. I walk there carrying an empty backpack and a large reusable grocery bag and buy whatever I’ll need for the week.
Monday was shopping day for me. Laden down with my purchases, I made it back to my front door only to realize I had forgotten to pick my keys up off the desk before I left.
Two of my housemates are off on the continent, so that left me with the third who was working at the museum that day. So, feeling like a tired sherpa, I dragged my sorry ass along with my groceries across town to the museum to borrow her key, cursing everything I had decided to buy at the store that day—especially the supplies to make another batch of my self-shitting cookies.
My housemate was a little surprised to see me at her work place, more so for the fact that I looked like a pack mule. Turns out, she forgot to bring her lunch to work that day, so once I made it back home and put away all my foodstuffs, I then turned around and went back to the museum to deliver her packed leftovers to her. Quid pro quo and all that jazz.
Not including my regular daily walking mileage (which is something like three miles), I added an extra 4.5 miles to Monday’s tally. My feet were feeling well used by midday and I still had to go to spin class that night. Let’s just say I didn’t feel bad when I had a chocolate bar for dessert that evening. I’d definitely earned it.
All right, bitches, I gotta go. Ascot is on the tele and I’m having a fun time watching rich people having their gigantic hats blown off by the strong winds today. Oh, and the horse races are good fun too.
Happy hump day, everyone.