Instead of 86 degrees with 54 percent humidity and a 10 percent chance of rain, I headed to the track in a full-bore thunderstorm and heard on the radio later that the National Weather Service had issued a severe thunderstorm warning. Thanks goodness for all that rain, because I was on FYAH!
Which reminds me again of Michael Jackson. I remember one January day in 1984, when I was just a wee tippler. I was awake begrudgingly early in the morning, listening to the news on the car radio as my parents drove me to the hospital to have my tonsils removed and tubes put in my ears. That was the morning after the King of Pop's hair caught on fire when he was filming a Pepsi commercial. I clearly remember thinking, "I'll be in the hospital the same time as Michael Jackson. Cool."
I don't think he was ever the same after that. There was no way he could top Thriller, and he proved it a few years later when he released Bad. He seemed to just get weirder and weirder. And I'll just leave it at that. I won't speak ill of the dead. R.I.P.
And now the statistical rundown:
7 x 400 meters
- Goal pace: Sub-1:40 per interval (6:42 per mile)
- Lap 1: 1:39.22 (6:38 per mile)
- Lap 2: 1:34.72 (6:18 per mile)
- Lap 3: 1:35.62 (6:22 per mile)
- Lap 4: 1:33.62 (6:14 per mile)
- Lap 5: 1:34.82 (6:18 per mile)
- Lap 6: 1:24.59 (5:38 per mile) Who's bad?
- Lap 7: 1:28.04 (5:54 per mile)
- Average pace: 1:32.96 (6:10 per mile)
- Total distance: 5.2 miles
As opposed to last week's track and brutal 12-miler, yesterday felt great. I love these redeeming runs. I had to fight through the wind and rain, which was hard and stinging during the third and fourth intervals. But then I got a spectator-induced boost for those final two laps. I laughed at myself when I saw those 1:20s. I guess I like to show off.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend, and good luck to all you racers. Run well and drink well. Cheers!
Now, beat it. Just beat it.