Who's Your Daddy?
I put another notch on my running shoe this morning.
Instead of running in the rain, I went out to the USP rec center and hit the hamster wheel. At 2 3/4 miles in and running at a 6:40 pace the treadmill couldn't take it anymore and promptly shut down. There is only one other experience similar to being totally immersed in the rhythm of a brisk run only to be rudely thrown back into the real world.
I promptly revved the mill back up to pace, and it promptly gave out again. Just couldn't hang with me, I guess. Treadmill knows his daddy now. I went to the treadmill next to it and did another 2 1/4, getting the pace all the way up to 6 flat and holding it for a quarter mile.
The last mile was a cool down, and actually was the best mile of the lot. After I was warm, and the pace (7:30) felt slow, I could really focus on form in a positive way. My ankle felt strong and my stride felt right. The pain, which had previously been on the inside of my ankle, today was above the instep. A pain telling me that the cankle remains there, but was very runnable.
Listened to Interpol on the iPod for the first time. Excellent running music, with guitars keeping up a rhythm that helps me focus on form. 5 total miles, time unknown.
To USP's credit, an attendant came within 2 minutes of my hopping treadmills, asking me if something was wrong. I followed up after my workout and the supervisor said that they'd been having trouble with the treadmills when "marathoner types" get on it and give it a workout. I don't know if she was suggesting that perhaps I shouldn't be so hard on the treadmills but would have none of it, saying that they should look to fix that, as they should be able to take a jolt.
Now I imagine treadmills quiver in fear when my shadow falls upon them.
Instead of running in the rain, I went out to the USP rec center and hit the hamster wheel. At 2 3/4 miles in and running at a 6:40 pace the treadmill couldn't take it anymore and promptly shut down. There is only one other experience similar to being totally immersed in the rhythm of a brisk run only to be rudely thrown back into the real world.
I promptly revved the mill back up to pace, and it promptly gave out again. Just couldn't hang with me, I guess. Treadmill knows his daddy now. I went to the treadmill next to it and did another 2 1/4, getting the pace all the way up to 6 flat and holding it for a quarter mile.
The last mile was a cool down, and actually was the best mile of the lot. After I was warm, and the pace (7:30) felt slow, I could really focus on form in a positive way. My ankle felt strong and my stride felt right. The pain, which had previously been on the inside of my ankle, today was above the instep. A pain telling me that the cankle remains there, but was very runnable.
Listened to Interpol on the iPod for the first time. Excellent running music, with guitars keeping up a rhythm that helps me focus on form. 5 total miles, time unknown.
To USP's credit, an attendant came within 2 minutes of my hopping treadmills, asking me if something was wrong. I followed up after my workout and the supervisor said that they'd been having trouble with the treadmills when "marathoner types" get on it and give it a workout. I don't know if she was suggesting that perhaps I shouldn't be so hard on the treadmills but would have none of it, saying that they should look to fix that, as they should be able to take a jolt.
Now I imagine treadmills quiver in fear when my shadow falls upon them.
posted by seebo | 10:39 AM
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agreed on Interpol for running, great stuff. Nice to see your swagger coming back...
That swelled noggin' of yours fittin' through doorways today? Oh master of the hamster wheel! Glad your tootsie is feeling better. I feel the cheetah approaching.
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