Training's been... interesting. That's "interesting" as in when you see an ugly baby and there's no way you can say what you're really thinking, so you say, "What an interesting-looking child."
Yesterday was the one day this month it's not supposed to rain, so I had to cut my grass. I was so drained, I had to do it in two halves with a nap in between (Can I do a marathon that way?) Just dragging myself to the park to run has been challenging, now that I have to start thinking about running a certain pace, rather than creep up and down a hill all day at whatever pace gets me there.
Bootcamping myself into shape was a lot easier before I got old - I really think wrinkles cause frictional drag. I'm currently in about 3:30 marathon shape and trying to convince my body it can do 3:00, so training pace has become sub-8 min./mile, which is current marathon pace. This is hard! The easy days are hard. The fast bits are almost impossible. The total is impossible, now.
The idea is NOT to actually do all the workouts as I write them down, but to get as close to them as I can, knowing I'm going to fail miserably. Then (cue John Houseman's voice from "The Paper Chase") "if you survive, you'll come out" not thinking like a lawyer - thank God - but failing by a smaller margin week by week.
I'm managing to keep my sense of humor at least. This morning I snorted coffee out of my nose at what was not meant to be funny. A man was going to be interviewed and was introduced as "Men's Health" magazine's grooming editor. [snort] I was raised to believe that all honest work is respectable, but... c'mon. Grooming editor? That's way funnier than anything you'd hear on "Last Comic Standing!"
Today's favorite random thing:
Aid Station: Eugene Curnow
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