[Drunkard's note: If you haven't seen the video of Nick Symmonds winning the men's 800-meter final at the Olympic Trials (also pictured), I suggest you click on that link posthaste.]
Last night was my weekly visit to the track for some Yasso 800s. The same youth track team was there and getting in my way in typical fashion. But no matter. I nailed my paces despite nearly blowing a quad when I had to sidestep a toddler who was associated with the team and wandered into my lane as I was kicking (kicking ass!) to the finish.
After two and a half years of running, I finally feel like I'm getting the hang of better knowing my pacing. I didn't go out too fast on the first interval. And I knew if I kept the first 400 meters close to (preferably under) two minutes that I would be in good shape.
The first two intervals were way up and down, but then it was an even keel for the final four. And when I asked my legs for more on that final lap, there was still gas in the tank.
6x800s (Goal pace: 3:38.3-3:48.5)
- 3:48.5 -- right on the edge
- 3:40 -- see toddler
Just imagine if I had plowed over that youngster on that final interval. There's always next time.
By the way, Marcy, if you want to hate me more, I lost another few pounds after this run. But don't worry, I filled the void with a mess of chicken wings and half a gallon of Labatt Blue.