Proving once again my high threshold of boredom, or my unwillingness to run outdoors at night and get either mugged or run over, I set out on a 13-mile treadmill run. Yes, nearly two hours on the TM, which consisted of half of the ABC news, the local news, Wheel of Fortune, and a quarter and a half of Wake Forest-Clemson. Fortunately, I had control of the TV remote. If I had been forced to watch, say, Hannah Montana for two hours, I might have intentionally run out onto the freeway.
Pfitz style progression run, with the last four miles at 8:41 pace, and some fartlek thrown in during the early miles just because I was bored out of my skull on the damn treadmill. Not sure of the exact time, because the safety key again got knocked loose at the 8.5 mile mark, but it was somewhere around 1:55, I think. I know the last 4.5 miles took 39:30.
Oh, lest you think I worry too much about running outside at night, may I point out that there have been numerous shootings, fatal and otherwise, in the parking lot of the mall which borders my apartment complex. Not all of those shootings have been at night, but you get the idea. I do not live in the safest neighborhood in Central Arkansas, put it that way. | 