10.18 4 miles easy
10.19 7 miles at a comfortable pace. Splits were 6:54, 6:40, 6:43, 6:46, 6:37, 6;26, 6:27 (46:33).
10.20 8.5 miles on the roads around New Castle in 51:33. This was a sweet workout I think. I started out the first minute sort of jogging and then decided to do a hybrid tempo workout and picked the pace up and ran my first 1.25 miles in 6:58, jogged for .5 mile, ran 1.25 miles in 6:29 (mile in 5:11 and then a 78 quarter mile), jogged for .5 mile, then ran .5 mile in 2:33, then jogged for .5 mile, then ran .25 mile in 73, then jogged .12, then ran .25 mile in 72, then jogged for .25 mile, then ran .5 mile in 2:39 (Started feeling tired now), then jogged for .25 mile, then ran .25 mile in 76, then jogged .12, then ran .25 mile in 76, then jogged .5 mile, then ran 1 mile in 5:49 (I just wanted to break 6 minutes), then jogged .25 mile.
All in all, I think this was a pretty sweet workout--definitely some hills, which slowed me down on some of these splits---so I believe there was real value here.
10.21 6.5 miles on a treadmill at 4% incline. (46:50)
10.22 5 miles AM (35:54). 5.5 miles PM. 1.5 mile warm up. 2 800's with 400 meter jog recoveries. 2:27, 2:26. Then 2 400's with 200 meter recoveries at 69,69. 1.75 mile cool down.
Honestly--I have lost some speed and I know deep down my legs are still fried from all my training. But, I am going to push through and then taper the last 2 weeks before the seacoast half. In either case, I need to continue interjecting some speed into my workouts, because I felt the lactic acid building up big time in that second 800.
10.5 miles total for the day
10.23 5 miles am with 2 800's mixed in with a quarter mile rest in between at 2:35, 2:33. 3 miles pm 3 miles with some sprints mixed in at my son's cross country championship.
10.24 9 miles in 62:44.
53.5 miles total
As a youth, I ran, yet I did not exist in a sense. 19 years passed. Today, I exist in one sense because I must run. Perhaps I run to escape the futility of my existence. Perhaps not. In either case, this blog, or whatever it is, will serve to chronicle my training as a runner, my development as a man, and ultimately my demise as a human, because all things pass, fade, retreat into the horizon--and while we run, as we run, the mirage that is the shimmering, glimmering future continues to assert itself just out of reach. And yet, as this picture up above connotes, it may still be beautiful. And so the question may be what is IT? What is it? What is IT?
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