5x800s (goal pace: 3:38.3 - 3:48.5)
- 3:29 -- Way not to overdo it, dumbass!
- 3:45 -- 'At a boy!
- 3:48.15 -- Well, now you're not even trying ...
- 3:44-- Hmm ... ouch.
- 3:47 -- OK, that's enough.
Wherein I berate my readers for their ridiculous comments.
First of all, thank you everyone who congratulated me on my new half marathon PR. It's nice to know how much you all envy my running prowess.
Ms. V took her adulation of me a bit further than most of you when she said: "HAHAHA ... you are so my running hero. An injury? I would have milked that motha for days."
Answer: And that is why you'll never rule quite as much as I do.
MCM Mama keeps the important things in perspective when she reads about my racing: "Is it bad that I was just as interested in the post race beers as I was in the race report?"
Answer: Now is when I direct you to reread the title of this blog.
Shame on everyone who said I should follow Nitmos' pacing advice for my marathon strategy. Do you really think that after I relentlessly called him an idiot that he would actually give me good advice for my marathon race strategy? Duh!
However, Raulgonemobile thinks my booze-chaser strategy is gold: "Wow, maybe that's how I can improve my times ... Throw a bottle of scotch on the end of a stick ... mmmmm."
Answer: Yes, Scotch has often improved my times--especially my evenings.
Thouhg she may be a spelilng Nazi, Sarah shoed her loylty to me and steared me clear of Nitmo's surepticious ploy to get my to bunngle my race: "Never trust anyone who can't spell 'wield.' Who knows where else he will lead you astray."
Answer: Thank you for the warning. I hope you never misspell anything and lose my trust.
That's it. Have a good weekend all. Run well and drink well.