However, the other part of me wants to remember the poetically fast six-miler I ran Wednesday, and two failures are better than the three I recorded last track session.
You decide. Here is the statistical rundown:
- Intervals: 6 x 800 meters
- Goal pace: 7:19-7:39 per mile
- Lap 1: 3:38.03 (7:19 per mile)
- Lap 2: 3:47.67 (7:37 per mile)
- Lap 3: 3:53.08 (7:49 per mile) FAIL
- Lap 4: 3:55.5 (7:53 per mile) FAIL
- Lap 5: 3:46.1 (7:35 per mile)
- Lap 6: 3:45.12 (7:33 per mile)
- Average pace: 7:37 per mile
- Total distance: 6.2 miles
Six Hours of Banjo, No Deaths
Remember John Longmire? Well, he finished the Country Music Marathon and played the banjo the whole way. His chip time was 5:41:28, but the true clock time was almost a flat six hours.
And it appears Longmire picked and ran the marathon without: 1) a neighboring runner killing him, 2) smashing his banjo and leaving it on the side of the road, or 3) a neighboring runner killing him.
No word on whether "Dueling Banjos" made his set list. (But I guarantee someone requested it.)
Although I salute John's feat (and feet) as a fellow runner and banjo player, I still question his mental state.
Wherein for once I try not to belittle my readers too much on the basis of their comments.
Flatout Jim -- or should I write FLATOUT JIM!!1!!!one!!? -- doesn't think Mike and I have enough at stake in our upcoming duel: "I think the winner should get to bitch slap the loser. Loser pays the plane ticket."
Answer: A plane ticket? Do you know how much that would cost in this wintry economic climate? We're not the BAA.
And to tie in this post's title, Xenia points out another motivating factor in training for my upcoming 5-K and calls attention to a very important historic date: "Will this be your last chance to score an AG award in the 20s category? Your b-day is pretty soon, is it not, Mr. Gemini?"
Answer: Yes, it might be. And yes, it is. You people better recognize!
Happy Hour is nearly upon us. Run well and drink well, teammates. Cheers!