I woke up at 6 a.m. with the nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. What was it? My mind played mental gymnastics with the possibilities, which included an unfortunate dismount from the rings. Damn lack of upper body strength.
What wasn’t right? And then I realized what was wrong. .
I WAS AWAKE AT 6 A.M.!!!!
I grudgingly got out of bed. Downside: More time to think about screwing up that headline in today’s paper. Yay! Upside: Mo hadn’t downed all the coffee yet.
What to do? Go for a stroll.
And that’s how I arrived at the track at the crazy hour of 7 a.m. This is apparently the designated time for old guys. Who knew?
There were a couple of other geezers at about my same pace. One was going a couple of miles but came equipped with two cartons of coconut water, a fleece towel and a change of shoes. Old guys take this stuff too seriously.
Just another day of staying under threshold HR. Four miles to bury the demons of last night’s deadline and move along. Funny. I work on a newspaper five days, and then on my day off I volunteer to shovel bird poop. I guess go with what you know.
Increasingly optimistic about long race. I mentioned it to Mo today and she didn’t veto. Should’ve gotten her to sign something.
Tomorrow is the first long day. Should be fun. Maybe I’ll buy coconut water …
4.16 miles, 1:03.09 (15:09-124)
7:15 a.m., track, 88
14:39, 14:48, 15:10, 15:44