I had placed my watch in my pocket to take it to work like I do every Friday to enter the stats into my running log. That beep was the sound of seven 800-meter intervals disappearing into the ether. I erased my track session.
Now, I can plausibly deny any accusations of failure. I have a general idea of what I ran, but I won't waste your time with made up stats. Instead, as it is the last day of July and I have no run scheduled today, let's flashback over this month's running.
Here is July's statistical rundown:
- Total Miles: 132 miles (17 runs)
- Highest Weekly: 36 miles
- Average Weekly: 27 miles
- Average Pace: 9:26.8 per mile
- Longest/Fastest Run: 16 miles, 9:32 pace
- The Monthly Dif: +38 miles (94 miles in June)
Wherein I continue to aggravate pregnant women and wonder what's so wrong with low mileage.
Pregnant Jess saw my weather report and it did not impress: "So, I'm staring at the weather widget you have in your sidebar, directly adjacent to this comment box, and I am noting that the weather there is reading 78 degrees.
"Dammit, man, that's NOT hot! That's what we set our A/C to here in FL.
"I'll accept your weather bitchin' and moanin' when it's snowy, icy, and cold up there, but when it comes to heat, don't bother mentioning it unless it's in the 90s!"
Answer: Boy howdy, you should have seen how hot it was last night at the track. It was like 76 degrees with 70 percent humidity. My shirt was super sweaty. It totally chafed my nipple.
And I'm not sure if Mike was impressed or not that I have already exceeded my previous marathon training: "You ran a marathon with a peak week of 34 miles?"
Answer: Actually, I ran two marathons last year with a peak week of 34 miles. Is that not good?
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend and good luck to all you racers. May your fast twitch muscles twitch faster than your DTs. Run well and drink well. Cheers!