Even though I got to the track later than usual to avoid that pesky youth track team, the heat was still brutal. My warm-up mile had me sweating like an August sow. My feet felt especially hot (and heavy). I knew right away that it was going to be long evening.
My delayed start also meant I'd get hungry, so I ate some peanut butter and honey toast as soon as I got home from work. After my third interval, I felt like I was going to shart. The whole time I felt like I was stuck in gear, unable to find my kick.
And now the statistical rundown:
6 x 800 meters
- Goal pace: 3:25 or less per interval (6:52 per mile)
- Lap 1: 3:19.98 (6:40 per mile)
- Lap 2: 3:31.28 (7:04 per mile) FAIL
- Lap 3: 3:31.08 (7:04 per mile) FAIL
- Lap 4: 3:46.39 (7:35 per mile) FAIL
- Lap 5: 3:43.45 (7:29 per mile) FAIL
- Lap 6: 3:46.88 (7:35 per mile) FAIL
- Average pace: 3:36.67 (7:15 per mile)
- BOTTOM LINE FAIL
- Total distance: 6.2 miles
Brutal. However, I usually have at least one terrible run the week before my step-back week. Usually, it's the long run (i.e., my awful 12-miler a few weeks back). I hope the bad run just came early, or this weekend's nine-miler and/or 18-miler will suck.
Wherein I comment on my readers' comments.
Idiot Nitmos finds exception to my Five-Second Rule and the caveat of always passing on the left (and Jess agrees with him): "Sorry, if you have to pass on the right, the person sitting on the left is the dick doing the dick move. If you are slow, GET RIGHT, then you won't HAVE to be passed on the right."
Answer: Only if you followed the rule of notifying the slowpoke that you're passing. If you say, "On your left," and the person stays left, then by all means pass the dick on the right. Otherwise -- and regardless -- you remain an idiot. (So what does that make someone who agrees with an idiot?)
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!