Yeah, I know ... real inventive title. That's about the extent of my creative capabilities tonight. There's a good show on the Documentary Channel called Wired for Sound: a Guitar Odyssey, and it's quite good ... full of clips of good guitarists, & a few lousy ones, too. It's over now, so perhaps I can concentrate hard enough to post something coherent.
I am convinced, now more than ever, that the long tempo run is the key to getting my running out of the rut in which it has sat for the past two years. I did a 10-mile long tempo Saturday morning, which tired me out pretty well but had at least as much of a positive effect upon my confidence as it had upon my lactate threshold. If I can hold an 8:15 pace for a 10-mile training run, then surely I can hold an 8:00 pace in a 10-mile race.
This morning, I did my traditional New Year's track workout, consisting of four mile reps at an average pace of around 7:28. A stiff wind that blew right in my face on the backstretch of each lap made the workout a struggle at times, & I had a wicked case of cottonmouth from the champagne I drank last night, but I got through it, & felt better for it after an hour-long nap this afternoon.
That's my boring story, & I'm sticking to it. Boy, this blog is on fire!Sure hope the new year proves better than this hogwash.
Asteroid attacks? Is what the History Channel has been reduced to? I try to stay optimistic ... I really do. But, DAMN
