Oh, and the track? It’s this one:
[Editor’s note: I adore you guys to bits, but in all seriousness, please refrain from typing the name of the university/town or the full name of the lovely Sir RB who made this track famous. I do not want to encourage more local traffic to my blog than I already get. Many thanks.]
It was an unusually sunny morning but colder than a penguin’s balls. Not surprisingly I was the only one at the track. I did a half mile warm-up and then ran the first 800 m repeat. As usual, I went out like a bat out of hell and felt like ten kinds of ass the entire time. I completed it in 4:17.38, well below the 4:30 mark I was shooting for.
And to top it off, I wasn’t even going half as fast as Sir RB. That’s balls.
Just as I completed the repeat, my friend showed up. We had half-heartedly planned to meet at the track should the weather not be complete crap. He’s not a morning person so I didn’t really hold out hope he would show up, but he did. And I thanked him for that because I was about ready to scrap the other two repeats because the first one left me feeling like a giant pile of poo.
My friend went about his own run and I continued on with my final two repeats. I took them both at a much better pace—pushing myself but not to the brink of death like the first time. I completed them in 4:33.78 and 4:34.34.
Obviously I should consider these last two FAILs, but I don’t. What I failed at was setting my 800 m pace. My ultimate marathon goal is to break 4:30. However, I know I’m nowhere near that right now. I need to shed a few more pounds and have more consistent training for that. Instead, I’m actually training for a still optimistic 4:45. So, according to Yasso, my repeat times should be 4:45.
But that seems a wee bit high considering my repeat times, no? Maybe I should change my pace goal to 4:40 or 4:35. What do you all think?
Food, chocolate and bunnies, oh my!
As happens every few years, Catholic and Orthodox Easter have fallen on the same date. Boo! It’s a crime against humanity to deny me two different Sundays to gorge myself on yummy food in the name of religions I don’t or no longer practice. The cruelty!
Regardless of your religious affiliation or lack thereof, I hope you all get to enjoy an extended holiday weekend of indulgence and sloth. It is the American (and possibly
Have a fabulous weekend, everyone.