1) I would be more impressed as you speed down my residential street with your bass blaring loud enough to shatter my eardrums at 60 feet, if you were driving anything other than a cherry red MINIVAN.
2) Running: Ten miles today. The overall run was a very mixed bag and hardly my best job to date, but I am taking ten miles to the bank and just relishing that because ten miles is A LOT OF MILES and also more than FIFTEEN K and I am just excited my body can DO that.
I finished in three hours, twenty minutes, more or less - the actual time spent moving was somewhat less, but I'm not subtracting because the last hour, I had to stop for 30 seconds every ten minutes, because it was that or just giving up outright, and hey, that's how I have to bargain with myself sometimes.
I knew getting started it was going to be a tough run - I was tired from the get go and starting later than I'd wanted b/c I'd gotten tied up at work, and I hadn't eaten much since lunchtime. I did have Powerade, but I think it may be time for energy gels to start making an appearance, because purna
? I think I understand about the bonk, if the bonk is the equivalent of wishing there was some way a hole in time and space could just open and swallow the treadmill because then you'd have an excuse for quitting. Halfway through the last hour, said hole could've swallowed me too and I wouldn't have complained. I did follow a pattern speed-wise, but I fast-walked a LOT more than usual - I didn't really track it, after a certain point, because I was too busy just trying to convince myself to move.
I've started cheering myself out loud at certain points, which I recognize as ridiculous, but it kind of works.
I fought it the whole way, and never really relaxed into the run - my breathing definitely gets tight as I move from the second to third hour, but today I just felt tight the whole way through. My body -felt- like it had been fighting, too - this is the first time I've finished a run and actually felt, forty-five minutes after finishing, like I'd been beaten by powerful people wielding large sticks. A couple of hours later, I actually ache less than last week - certainly my arches aren't as bad, but that could be in part due to the reduction in actual running time. Right after I finished though, I really just wanted to curl up and die. Instead, I took a cool shower, and it seems to have helped.
The pattern, roughly, for a value of run = flail.
1st mile: walk 3.1 mph 2 min; run 3.1 mph 1 min; run 3.2 mph 2 min (repeat)
Miles 2-4: walk 3.0 mph 2 min; run 3.1 mph 3 min (repeat)
Miles 5-7: walk 3.0 mph 1 min; walk 3.1 mph 1 min; run 3.1 mph 2 min; run 3.2 mph 1 min (repeat)
Miles 8-10: walk 3.0 mph 2 min; run 3.1 mph 3 min (repeat)
Fall over, wish cabana boy was there with ice bath and fan and chauffeur was waiting outside.