Last night, I was a good recovering marathoner. I really felt the urge to run, but I decided I'd put my joints through enough these past two weeks. Instead, I did some low-impact cross training to flush out the lactic acid before watching the Cleveland Browns mangle the former best team in the NFL. (Booyah!) Today, I feel surprisingly refreshed.
Now that I've got that marathon PR bug out of my system, I'm feeling directionless. I need a new challenge. Of course, I'm planning to race at least one more time to complete the chore that is Vanilla's Shave Your 5-K Challenge. But I need more than that silly drivel to keep me going through the year and into 2009.
Hide and Seek
First, I must find a 5-K so I can win that challenge. I already shaved two minutes off my 25:37 stubble time, but I need to get back to the track. The last time I ran intervals was a month ago. I need to wake up my fast-twitch muscles with some Yasso 800s.
So far, I've found only two 5-Ks in the area -- Nov. 23 and Nov. 27. Both are a bit of a drive. But unless something more convenient appears out of the racing abyss, one of these will have to suffice. But neither will keep me motivated for long. But I think perhaps I have one more PR in me.
We're Going Streaking!
Various runners over the past couple years have gone streaking, and I'm fond of streaks myself. Not necessarily running around with my danglies exposed, mind you, but I've done some other streaking. For instance, I once decided to go on a drinking streak, making it 30-some consecutive days slightly soused. And though I despise the Yankees, I've always thought Joe DiMaggio's 56-game hitting streak in 1941 was one of the cooler records in baseball history. (I also like that it ended in Cleveland.) Perhaps I should attempt my own running streak.
The Six-Minute Mile
This might be my most preposterous idea for a personal challenge. I have never, ever even sniffed a six-minute mile. Not at a race. Not at the track. Not ever. The closest I've come is a 6:52 mile pace during an 800-meter interval. (My fastest mile to date is 7:16, which I logged during my puketastic 10-K in July.) Perhaps this new ludicrous speed should be my goal to finish the year.
Or perhaps, I'll go for the trifecta. Why not?