Totally trashed today. The first time I’ve worried about the 15-minute cutoff. And four walkers were taking up the entire track. And the sprinklers kept going off randomly, seemingly aiming for me. And Superstar had some 20-somethings out with soccer balls, trying to nail me.
Barely 14:30-minute miles and just desperately dead body. So tired. But mentally slipped into the 24-hour shuffle. I can autopilot that pace all day long. Or at least all hour long. Or at least I could today.
Mo’s gone for five days, so I likely will sleep in tomorrow and that will be that. But today at least I survived. And at 3 1/2 miles, Freddie Mercury said he was gonna rock me. What more could you ask than that?
Anybody who thinks they can outlast me should have been there today. They’d be worried now.
- 4.2 miles — 1:00.22 (14:22-116) 65 degrees, track
- 14:13, 14:16, 14:34, 14:30, 2:53
- Piranha-meter — 884 miles