Round 2, Day #45: 6 mile progression run. (48:32; 8:05/mile) Emma's credit card got stolen at work and some asshole charged $511 to it at a food store (guess he was friggin hungry, eh?). After nearly 1.5 hours on the phone and emailing about this, we finally got it sorted out and I was able to hop on the treadmill at nearly 10pm tonight. I am changing my name to the NSK, Negative Split King! Splits were: 8:24, 8:16, 8:08, 8:03, 7:56, 7:42. I wanted to keep going but it is so late and I did not get to any of the grading I need to have done before 8am tomorrow. Going to be a rough day with a 3am wake up call on 4 hours of sleep. Yikes! I think I could have pushed for another 2-3 miles of steady negative splits before my legs started to scream. Only one twinge of pain from the calf muscle that hurt from the elliptical. I think I'm good to go! No mas ellipticales para mi!
Light feet, svelte feet itty bitty sweaty feet. Kissy feet, stinky feet. All mine!
"Across the far flung nation, The bunion clan is sprinting, Toward that distant station, With energy unstinting, Though blistered dogs are aching, And tongues are dry like dust, The gang is bent on making the journey's end - or bust!" - Daily Oklahoman, April 13th, 1928
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