I need to shave. Not my face; I'm letting that shit grow into an all-natural balaclava.
No, I need to shave my 5-K time. There is a race this weekend that I may or may not run. (Decision is pending the Viper's ability to be convincing and violate his own caveat on behavior in the process.) The other option is a local Turkey Trot 5-K I just found.
However, my running of late has not reflected training for a short, fast race. My last visit to the land of intervals was three weeks ago, and it wasn't a very impressive showing. The categorization for most of my runs has been either "easy" or "long, slow distance."
This weekend, I decided to change that.
Recently, I saw the movie Into the Wild and read this article by Jon Krakauer, which appeared in the January 1993 issue of Outside magazine. Aside from a tragic adventurer, Chris McCandless was a runner. The description of McCandless's "Road Warrior" training ritual in the article inspired me to take a more intense approach to my runs.
Saturday, I ran a new route, during which I found my latest mantra, Drive the knees. The resulting pace was nothing short of ... mediocre. My pace has been a solid 9:40 per mile all month. Saturday, my pace was 9:32 for four miles. Eye-popping, I know.
Sunday, on my six-miler, I took the same approach: Drive the knees. The result was much more favorable, an 8:45 pace.
I'm not sure the new intensity in the knees will show up if I race this weekend, but it feels good to pick up the pace. Perhaps, like Nitmos (gag face), I've just grown impatient with the slower training.
This weekend, I logged 10 more miles. Just 150 more to go.