Well, last night I went out for a run. I really couldn't decide what to do. I didn't want to do hill work, none of my normal routes appealed.. I figured I would just get out the door and see what happens.
Started at a fairly normal pace, waited for a car in the intersection, the usual. After a brief uphill and a brief downhill, I said to myself, "You're moving pretty good. Why not? Go for it."
I decided to go all out and see how fast I could bang out a mile. The last time I did this, I wound up at 6:50. This route was similar, but it had the little uphill and a little downhill.
I tried to work on pacing, on not going out too fast, leaving some for the end.. Not sure how well that worked, but......
6:21, baby! Woot! Fastest mile for me ev-ah!
I'm going to have to drag my ass to the track one day and try it there, to get a real feel for it.
So ya, after that, my lungs were not feeling too good. I was coughing up all sorts of crap the rest of the night.. Oh well.
I did a "recovery" run of .8 after I walked it off a bit, and called it a night, running-wise.
I got home, cleaned myself up, and then did the dishes, cleaned the toilets, cleaned the sinks, did a few loads of laundry. All that good stuff. (Yes, I make a good little beeotch)
Maybe I should put an ad out? "Dude with mad skillzz, energy, and endurance. Available to do whatever is needed around the house"
I'm sure that would get some responses..
Lesse, what else? Oh yeah, I scored this little bike repair kit as a free gift:
It even came with a little knock-off CamelBak. It's tiny though. Not for any serious exercise hydration. It might handle a bottle of wine, OK, though... hrms..
Alright everyone.. keep on rockin'!