GA run,.
6:58 am, 60-68° F, 34% humidity, wind 10 SSE, sunny,
Whenever my husband and I are apart and I have a night alone, I think that I'll go to bed early, but then I never do because I've got all this quiet time to myself and so I do other stuff I want to do, like watch tv or read. That's what happened last night. I started reading Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. It's a very strange book. I'm going to share with you the second paragraph in the book because it is tangentially related to running and is kind of strange.
"What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war."
In any case, today's run was quite warm. I carried the dreaded fuel belt and a handkerchief to wipe the sweat out of my eyes. The handkerchief isn't very absorbent. I need a thin washcloth or something.
AP: 9:09. Splits: 9:42, 9;13, 9:21, 9:05, 9:22, 9:01, 8:53, 9:05, 9:02, 8:48. I felt like I kept pretty much the same level of effort throughout except the last mile, which I pushed just a little bit. The variations in pace are due to uphills and downhills.
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