Pace, Face, and Race

Pace:

Tempo Run.

6 miles in 45:30

8:34
7:30
7:13
6:58
6:40
8:34

Ummmmm...fuck yeah? FUCK YEAH. The 6:40 miles (that's 9mph, because I hit that on a treadmill, yo) was a last minute decision, because I still felt awesome.

And then I ran the dog for a mile. Good times. Felt awesome. My legs still have a lot left before I hit my limits. Interesting. I keep surprising myself. Impressing myself. I'm curious to see where my limits are, what I'm capable of. So much new territory to explore and uncover. And what to do with this fresh speed? Focus on short? Pull out a respectable marathon? Can I do it all (no)?

There will come a time when I will start hitting a wall and disappointing myself, so I'm just going to revel in this while I can.

Face.

Why do I always have such silly poses?





Because otherwise all my pictures would look like this:



Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Also, my face looks stupid in repose.

Race.

So, Ragnar is this weekend. And I dropped out.

Why?

I'm going to India on vacation instead. Exciting!

I leave Saturday morning, and I'll be gone for 9 days. I'll have access to internet and a gym, but it remains to be seen how much I'll use either one. I'm losing the two weekends before my half marathon to air travel (flights to India are so LONG), so my half status is up in the air right now (har har). I'm not concerned, because hello vacation to India.

So, yup. Life is pretty awesome right now.