Ran last night at the track. OH! What a saga!
First the data:
5.50 miles in 49:17
8:58 minute mile
SPEED DEMON fast for me!!!!
Now for the saga... I leave work and I feel that the wind is not blowing as hard as it was. But I feel some wind.
OK, I'll go to the gym.
I start driving to the gym. And on the way I decide I'll run on a track that I have seen a little ways from the gym on Wed night rides.
But I still have to change. So off to the gym I go. I change.
I drive around looking for the track. I finally find it. No one is on it, so this means it's shut down (aka: the public can't run on it).
I then decide to drive to another gym near my apartment.
On the way over I think I'll go to another track near my apartment.
I finally get to the track. YES! Start to run. I'm feeling pretty good and booking it. The wind wasn't bad.
15 minutes into it, I had to pee. I had to pee BAD! Got in the car and drove up the road to the Taco Bell. Peed. Back to the track.
Got to running again. Then I started to feel shaky. AKA: Low blood sugar. So I go back to the car (it's close) and get a gel. I eat it.
I suck it down while I'm running. Keep running.
Around 30 minutes into the run I started to walk. Just felt like walking. Then I told myself to HTFU. Got back to running.
Overall a good run despite all the issues just trying to make it happen! HA!
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside thoroughly used-up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW WHAT A RIDE!!!!"