A little fartlek at GMP thrown into tonight's 8-miler. Ended up with 1.75 at GMP in a 73-minute run. This speedwork continues to get easier. Will it get easy enough? Stay tuned, Saturday and six weeks from Saturday. I can say one thing: I learned a long time ago that no matter how much my wife loves Mexican food, and she could eat it at least 10 meals a week, I have to say no, or I pay for it. But I keep ignoring that often-reinforced lesson. Ignored it again tonight, and it almost forced me not to run (for reasons I think you can deduce). |