I see the beast. I have it in my sights. My could-be final race of the year.
I am now signed up to race a 5-K this Sunday. I will finally close the book on Vanilla's infernal Shave Your 5-K Challenge. I need to break 25:37, my "stubble" time, but I want to break 23:28, the PR I set in May.
Since I haven't done any track work in three weeks, I figured I'd knock out a few 800s tonight to let my knees know exactly how fast they'll need to drive. The only problem is the sky dropped its first significant snow last night, and there's a 90 percent chance of more snow throughout the day, which could add another two to five inches.
The track has to be covered. And if it's not now, it will be.
Some of you are no doubt thinking, Why not run inside? Some of you are dullards. You have not been paying much attention to my running habits. I don't do treadmills and I don't do inside.
That said, tonight's running adventure should be more treacherous than usual. The Viper will attempt at least three 800-meter intervals at an outside track. I've already taken one somewhat environment-related fall in the last week. Odds are I'm in for another one. Place your bets below.