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Feigning indifference

March 10, 2012

So, I finished Week7 tonight (or this morning. It might have been around midnight when I started). There were some ups, some downs, and some revelations tonight, but any level of bummed-outtedness is countered by an equal level of being psyched. So all in all I’d say I’m pretty emotionally neutral about the whole thing.

First of all, it was fuh-king cold. It was a wet 45 degrees with a little wind. It was near impossible to keep my legs warm. No matter how much blood pumped through my veins, that wet cold cooled my muscles right back down. That was fun, but nothing I couldn’t push through.

I’ve been looking at the plan online, so I knew this week was all 25-minute runs, next week was all 28 and Week9 would be all 30. So needless to say, I was surprised when I heard, “Walk now” toward the end of my run. I’ve had the app glitch before, but that was when I was still using an original iPhone. I took the break anyway, and then I was cued to run for the last minute. It worked out well since I was right at the bottom of the last 40 yards of serious uphill on the route. I’ve never been able to move through it so quickly.

It turns out the Felt Tip app is only an 8-week version of the program, with the final week set at 25/28/30. No worries though. I was looking forward to three days next week at 28, but I’ll just proceed as scheduled and then run the “final run” another three times the next week. My plan was to keep re-running that last session to build up my time anyway, so no loss there. The only question is how many times will I re-run it before the itch to start Bridge to 10k starts taking over.

Speaking of time, I decided to start keeping track of my distances and times, so I turned on Runkeeper for the first time. Now I’ve worked my ass off for the last seven weeks, and tonight was no exception. With that in mind, those numbers are some disheartening shit. I mean, I’m sure I can add another mile over the next two weeks, but damn. At the same time, I’m not supposed to be able to run 3.1 miles in 30 minutes yet, much less in 25. Oh but that’s right. These numbers also figure in the 5 minutes at the beginning and end of the run too. So really, I’m probably just under two miles in 25 minutes. Either way, that is some fat-boy time. I’ll feel much better when that number us down to at least 12.

Whatever, there’s good days and bad days, and today was kind of in the middle, so that’s a plus. Now back to bouncing audio through outboard gear.

“Life’s not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman …
… this cat is asking if I seen his little lost passion, I told him, ‘Yeah, but only when I pedal past him.'”

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