I am still laughing at my blog post title…I better finish this quickly.
Tonight for I did (typo but it stays) a very traditional type of tempo run; mile warm-up, four miles at “tempo pace” (whatever that means; faster, I think) and a mile cool-down.
This was the first time I’ve ever succeeded at maintaining the elusive “tempo pace” throughout the entire tempo portion of the run. I’ve tried to do it before, but normally I putter out around 3.5 and end up calling it something else that makes it sound like less of a failure; “practice tempo,” or “6160 x 1 with 4400 cool-down.”
Stephen Colbert: “If at first you don’t succeed, redefine what you did as success.”
I think it’s kind of hysterical (in an I’m-losing-my-marbles kind of way) that the last time I ran six miles, I did it six seconds faster, with a hell of a lot less effort.
But I guess I gained something as-yet-intangible from this run? I’m going with yes.
Tonight I am drinking a beer that’s been burning a hole in my fridge for a good month now.
Three Floyds’ Black Sun Stout. It’s “only” 6.5% ABV/50 IBU. FFF says it’s got coffee, hops and roasted malts; I’m also getting a nice strong something-like-a-cigar flavor. It’s out of this world.
Compared to this? Guinness is Diet Dr. Pepper in a can.
You might not hear from me for a few days, but everything’s cool. I’m off work until Monday. Expect a whiny, crying blog post on Tuesday about how I had to go to work on Tuesday.