Tempos and Lyrics

Friday's yoga class gave me a good core workout.  We had a different instructor who emphasized different poses, so it was a good change-up.

Over a brew, I was talking to my fitness guru about what my Saturday run would be.  She talked me into doing a tempo-run - run 2:30 minutes at about an 8 on a 10 point hurt-meter, then walk 1 minute.  She said to do this 10 times.  Sounds good to me. 

In the morning, I set out and felt awesome!  I think it's annoying to do a timed run with traffic lights and such (would usually do this on the treadmill), so I didn't try to keep on a set map and just went with the traffic lights.  If there was a no-walk sign I just turned right or left - whichever was easier.  The first two rounds of tempos were great.  By the fifth one I decided it was time to circle back home, and I ended up doing eight rounds.  Later I talked to the guru and she told me that she over-shot the workout anyway thinking I would do 6 to 8 on my own.  Racing against yourself multiple times does get old.

Other than that, Saturday's run was pretty normal.  I just ran and walked.  I don't remember what music played on shuffle.  I didn't almost step on a dead rat (that happened last Monday - the thing looked like it just keeled over right there on the riverwalk and I almost crushed it, gag).  Best of all though, my feet did not get torn up.

I spent Sunday canning a small batch of applesauce (of which I accidently doubled the Cloves), made some pasta and watched football.  Good rest day. 

Today, the last Monday before race day, I ran 5.4 miles.  It took for.ev.ver. (Sandlot, anyone?)  I couldn't motivate myself to do this in the morning, so I started work early then ducked out in the afternoon.  I went out over the Longfellow into the city, up to Gov't Center, then Park St., around the Common, down Beacon, then back over Mass Ave.  I remember two songs specifically today.  "Suddenly, Everything has Changed" by The Flaming Lips where I found my self singing these word in my head, "Suddenly, everything has changed.  The other day I woke-up, thouggghhht I'd be a ruuuunnner today."  Somewhere around the Common (nearer Arlington T-stop) I started getting bored, dodging people was getting old.  I had an estimated 20 minutes left... Beacon was nice though - just a long, flat, straight stretch of sidewalk.  Trees turning, brown-stone everywhere you look.  Nearing Mass Ave "Back In Black" by AC/DC helped push me over the bridge back into Cambridge.

So far, I got out of this one without pain inspired hobbling.  Although, if I do a deep knee bend my patellas might shoot someone's eye out.