Doing Time
We are steeped in another wave of warm humidity. Yesterdays run really took alot out of me. I was dragging all day and fell asleep around 9, waking up only to go to bed.
Still feeling the effects of yesterdays run this morning. Took it slow, and tried, to the extent possible, to make a ten mile run "easy." Erin, KJ and I headed out west to Cobbs Creek, but a fussy baby and an early work schedule forced both of them to cut the run short, so we headed back on Thomas Ave and I went down to Franklin Field and back up to 49th St. (adding 4 FF laps in there) to go 89 minutes and call it an even ten.
Notice I said even ten instead of conservative ten. I really can't bring myself to burn ten minutes mapping this course, and the 1600 meters I did on the FF track went by in 8:32. So judging by that pace, I didn't do much more than ten for the whole run.
This is a day when I take to heart the advice "let your easy days be easy days" and "on easy days you should leave the watch at home" and all those other truisms that serious runners spout and proceed to ignore. On a morning like today, when my internal homeostasis matched the external conditions, it was just a matter of putting in the miles. And when I lost track of miles I just said to myself to get in 90 minutes. I hate running on time, as the run feels like a prison sentence to where, especially at the end, I feel like I'm just doing time. Even though its time meted out in minutes, you stare at the watch enough and it feels alot longer.
I'm going up to Graterford tonight, so I'll watch my prison metaphors and gain a little more appreciation, if not understanding, for being confined to somewhere for years.
That gives you an idea of my thinking pattern this morning, and shows how some runs are just better left forgotten.
Still feeling the effects of yesterdays run this morning. Took it slow, and tried, to the extent possible, to make a ten mile run "easy." Erin, KJ and I headed out west to Cobbs Creek, but a fussy baby and an early work schedule forced both of them to cut the run short, so we headed back on Thomas Ave and I went down to Franklin Field and back up to 49th St. (adding 4 FF laps in there) to go 89 minutes and call it an even ten.
Notice I said even ten instead of conservative ten. I really can't bring myself to burn ten minutes mapping this course, and the 1600 meters I did on the FF track went by in 8:32. So judging by that pace, I didn't do much more than ten for the whole run.
This is a day when I take to heart the advice "let your easy days be easy days" and "on easy days you should leave the watch at home" and all those other truisms that serious runners spout and proceed to ignore. On a morning like today, when my internal homeostasis matched the external conditions, it was just a matter of putting in the miles. And when I lost track of miles I just said to myself to get in 90 minutes. I hate running on time, as the run feels like a prison sentence to where, especially at the end, I feel like I'm just doing time. Even though its time meted out in minutes, you stare at the watch enough and it feels alot longer.
I'm going up to Graterford tonight, so I'll watch my prison metaphors and gain a little more appreciation, if not understanding, for being confined to somewhere for years.
That gives you an idea of my thinking pattern this morning, and shows how some runs are just better left forgotten.
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