Yesterday, I ran 12 miles. It wasn't too bad ---- all things considered. I stayed up late on Friday eating dinner at the Mansion (hello, fancy pants). Believe me when I tell you that I would have paid a million dollars to sleep even 10 more minutes when the alarm went off at 4:40. So. Very. Sleepy. Saturday morning runs are a hard-to-explain combination of mind tricks, willpower, delirium and fatigue.
I ran with ATP again (clearly, I am insane). 2 miles, skipping warm up, 4 miles easy, 4 miles marathon pace and 2 miles of cool down (Winstead, Abrams --- hello, again). Last year, I just ignored all the pacing directives. This year, I'm trying to follow the program. I figured that it would probably do wonders to use the coaching that Maggie gives me instead of choosing to selectively hear things (like I do with most folks).
Next week, we're running at Norbuck Park because there's an event at White Rock. I'm not going to mention the hellish hills that await us to Luke and Craig. What a fun Saturday morning surprise that will be.
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