Apparently (and I only know this because I follow @TheAngryRunner on Twitter) while I was running seven miles this morning at a 9:48 pace and feeling pretty damn good about myself, Russian Yelena Lashmanova was walking a 20k at a 6:50 pace. Hmph.
But according to Garmin, today’s 1:08:38 is a PR. Also, I’ve never run exactly seven miles before. Also, on October 10, 2010, I ran six miles in the same time that it took me to run seven today. (Thank you Garmin, for providing me with endless amounts of useless data over which I can incessantly drool and queef.)
Except…I held back. I stuck to a comfortable pace because I was scared of blowing it, and then when I got to the end, I had way too much left in the tank. I could have put in another mile or so to account for this oversight, but…well, I didn’t.
Let’s not dwell on it. With any hope, today’s run gave me a surplus of audacity that I can put to use next week.
Anyone having a beer tonight? It took me an hour and a half to get the baby to sleep and I was feeling evil because I resented her for making me miss Olympic track events. And we still don’t have DVR because we are white trash. I did catch most of the men’s 5k though and I was thrilled for Farah until he started doing sit-ups. eyeroll. Anyway, then the baby finally fell asleep and diving came on. Worthless.
So I drank a People’s Moundbuilder IPA that our neighbor Gordon left in the fridge last time he came over. I was going to save it for him, but pickings were slim, so fuck him, right? It was delicious. Mildish for an IPA, 6.5% ABV/88 IBU. It poured a dark coppery red and had some nice earthy and spicy flavors. Some citrus, but not overwhelming. I really want another one.
But I have to go to bed now because the men’s marathon starts at 6 a.m. tomorrow and once again, we are white trash so we’ll have to do it live.