20 min slow
30 push-ups
45 sec plank
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
Monday, June 3, 2019
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Saturday, July 7, 2018
Saturday, April 15, 2017
progression 4/15/17
2K w-u + 8K progression
2000 / 9:12
1600 / 6:53
1600 / 6:47
1600 / 6:41
1600 / 6:37
1600 / 6:27
2000 / 9:12
1600 / 6:53
1600 / 6:47
1600 / 6:41
1600 / 6:37
1600 / 6:27
Friday, April 7, 2017
letting you go
I know what it must be like for non-dog people to have to listen to dog people talk about their pets, so I generally try to avoid doing that. I also know what it must be like for non-runners to be around avid runners so I try to curb that talk too, even though (as Melissa has mentioned) I'm kind of a failure. I'm all too aware, in other words, that there are many people whose tolerance towards those conversations are similar to my tolerance towards conversations about Crossfit. Or cycling. Or reality TV, or Ayn Rand novels, or cats. For non-fans, those conversations can be overly tedious. I get it. But, of course, this was our dog. Our first dog.
I'm also aware of how some dog owners, when it comes to treating their dogs like surrogate children, can test the limits / patience / whatever of even other dog owners. I'm not one of the former. When Hitchens described, watching his daughters grow up, the realization that "your heart is running around inside someone else's body," I understood what he was getting at. This wasn't that. Stella was just... our dog. Our indescribably sweet dog.
Like all good friends, Stella could be exasperating. She never fully accepted the leash. She always needed to pull me just another foot or two further off whatever path we we're on because, silly human, that's where the really interesting scents can be found. But when I gave in and let her off the leash? Right by my side. This is a lab that had zero interest in swimming. The first and last time I tossed a tennis ball towards this retriever, she gave it one indifferent sniff and moved on.
But she loved our yard. It is a typical suburban yard, which means it is popular with the rabbits, skunks, raccoons, two types of squirrel, mice, chipmunks, turkeys, coyotes, deer, and groundhogs. Oh, and the neighborhood cats. Nothing could rile Stella up quite like the sight of a cat in her yard. Because of all this activity Stella was endlessly investigating our yard's bounty of fascinating scents. Our yard is where Stella taught me, trailing a feet few behind her for so many hours, that the natural world contains unknowable secrets. And this never went away. There is a mature cedar towards the middle of our yard; a tree she's walked past hundreds of times but never shown much interest in. Two days ago it demanded a full minute of frantic investigation. Something had rubbed against that old tree and Stella needed to decode it, catalog it.
There's only one word for Stella's defining characteristic: Sweetness. She took to sweetness the way Newfies take to shedding. Many years ago on a Bird Park walk a young girl approached Stella, knelt down, and gently stroked her ears and neck. The reward was a patented Stella moment -- the gentlest of nose taps, the warmth, the stillness. After several seconds the girl turned to her mother and said "this is the dog I was talking about. I want a dog exactly like this."
In the past two years her physical problems became, as the saying goes, manifold and manifest, so yesterday afternoon we let Stella go. But I know I never really will. Typing these words out, I can barely see through the tears. We buried her in the yard she loved, because she was our dog. My friend. I loved this dog, and now she's gone.
Goodbye, sweet Stella.
I'm also aware of how some dog owners, when it comes to treating their dogs like surrogate children, can test the limits / patience / whatever of even other dog owners. I'm not one of the former. When Hitchens described, watching his daughters grow up, the realization that "your heart is running around inside someone else's body," I understood what he was getting at. This wasn't that. Stella was just... our dog. Our indescribably sweet dog.
Like all good friends, Stella could be exasperating. She never fully accepted the leash. She always needed to pull me just another foot or two further off whatever path we we're on because, silly human, that's where the really interesting scents can be found. But when I gave in and let her off the leash? Right by my side. This is a lab that had zero interest in swimming. The first and last time I tossed a tennis ball towards this retriever, she gave it one indifferent sniff and moved on.
But she loved our yard. It is a typical suburban yard, which means it is popular with the rabbits, skunks, raccoons, two types of squirrel, mice, chipmunks, turkeys, coyotes, deer, and groundhogs. Oh, and the neighborhood cats. Nothing could rile Stella up quite like the sight of a cat in her yard. Because of all this activity Stella was endlessly investigating our yard's bounty of fascinating scents. Our yard is where Stella taught me, trailing a feet few behind her for so many hours, that the natural world contains unknowable secrets. And this never went away. There is a mature cedar towards the middle of our yard; a tree she's walked past hundreds of times but never shown much interest in. Two days ago it demanded a full minute of frantic investigation. Something had rubbed against that old tree and Stella needed to decode it, catalog it.
There's only one word for Stella's defining characteristic: Sweetness. She took to sweetness the way Newfies take to shedding. Many years ago on a Bird Park walk a young girl approached Stella, knelt down, and gently stroked her ears and neck. The reward was a patented Stella moment -- the gentlest of nose taps, the warmth, the stillness. After several seconds the girl turned to her mother and said "this is the dog I was talking about. I want a dog exactly like this."
In the past two years her physical problems became, as the saying goes, manifold and manifest, so yesterday afternoon we let Stella go. But I know I never really will. Typing these words out, I can barely see through the tears. We buried her in the yard she loved, because she was our dog. My friend. I loved this dog, and now she's gone.
Goodbye, sweet Stella.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
intervals 8/6/15
15 min w-u + 3 x 1600 with full recovery /
5:27.5 (4:21)
5:29.1 (4:34)
5:28.7 (4:26)
Humidity was way down!
5:27.5 (4:21)
5:29.1 (4:34)
5:28.7 (4:26)
Humidity was way down!
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
repeats 8/4/15
15 min warm-up + 3 x 800 with full recovery /
2:28.3 (3:23)
2:29.5 (3:38)
2:30.3 (3:25) = FAIL FAIL FAIL. The upper limit for repeats is 2:30. Then again, there were cows grazing in lane one.
2:28.3 (3:23)
2:29.5 (3:38)
2:30.3 (3:25) = FAIL FAIL FAIL. The upper limit for repeats is 2:30. Then again, there were cows grazing in lane one.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
intervals 7/13/15
14 min w-u + 4 x 1600 with full recovery /
5:39.4 (3:57)
5:39.1 (3:59)
5:41.0 (4:05)
5:38.3 (4:40)
hot, humid, the usual
5:39.4 (3:57)
5:39.1 (3:59)
5:41.0 (4:05)
5:38.3 (4:40)
hot, humid, the usual
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Thursday, July 9, 2015
hills 7/9/15
45 min in BP with 15 x 30 sec hill sprints. Temp down a bit but still swampy humid. Low quality sleep five nights in a row.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
repeats 6/25/15
14 min w-u + 6 x 400 with 200 recovery /
74.2 (62)
74.8 (62)
74.2 (63)
74.9 (64)
74.5 (66)
73.8 (63)
Fewer (six vs ten) and slower (73-75 vs 68-70) than a high school workout. #nomegusta
74.2 (62)
74.8 (62)
74.2 (63)
74.9 (64)
74.5 (66)
73.8 (63)
Fewer (six vs ten) and slower (73-75 vs 68-70) than a high school workout. #nomegusta
Monday, June 22, 2015
intervals 6/22/15
13 min w-u + 5 x 1000 with 400 recovery /
3:24.4 (2:07)
3:23.3 (2:13)
3:24.7 (2:17) -- struggling with the heat now
3:26.1 (2:16) -- so ready for this to be over
3:25.6 (2:00)
Well that was seriously unpleasant, but I'm glad I got it in. This is the kind of workout that makes 5Ks just a tiny bit less terrifying.
3:24.4 (2:07)
3:23.3 (2:13)
3:24.7 (2:17) -- struggling with the heat now
3:26.1 (2:16) -- so ready for this to be over
3:25.6 (2:00)
Well that was seriously unpleasant, but I'm glad I got it in. This is the kind of workout that makes 5Ks just a tiny bit less terrifying.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
you are not prepared
I was not prepared! (shout out to the gamers)
2008 Village Fair results / 16:07
2015 Village Fair results / 17:44
Jeebus. Some of that decline is simply age, but certainly not all of it. I just haven't been back in the game long enough, and still have eight pounds that need to come off. There's a sub-16:30 5K in me somewhere; hopefully it will come around by November. Two good takeaways from today:
1) Despite being incredibly rusty, and despite the heat/humidity, I didn't make any dumb mistakes. I know this course pretty well now and held back just enough to deal with that last nasty little hill.
2) I confirmed my current VDOT is 57, so 17:30 at the Norwood Firecracker is within reach. Two hard training weeks coming up, then a mini-taper.
2008 Village Fair results / 16:07
2015 Village Fair results / 17:44
Jeebus. Some of that decline is simply age, but certainly not all of it. I just haven't been back in the game long enough, and still have eight pounds that need to come off. There's a sub-16:30 5K in me somewhere; hopefully it will come around by November. Two good takeaways from today:
1) Despite being incredibly rusty, and despite the heat/humidity, I didn't make any dumb mistakes. I know this course pretty well now and held back just enough to deal with that last nasty little hill.
2) I confirmed my current VDOT is 57, so 17:30 at the Norwood Firecracker is within reach. Two hard training weeks coming up, then a mini-taper.
Monday, June 1, 2015
fartlek 6/1/15
9mi fartlek / 61:58 (6:53.1 avg)
2mi warm-up / 15:31 (7:45.5)
6mi hard-easy / 39:25 (6:34.2)
1mi relaxed / 7:02
cool, rainy, breezy
2mi warm-up / 15:31 (7:45.5)
6mi hard-easy / 39:25 (6:34.2)
1mi relaxed / 7:02
cool, rainy, breezy
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