All Veins in Highway Laps

Control. Gaining control during a race was always very difficult for me in 2013/2014, and it might still be. Yesterday at the Dash Down Greenville 5k was a good reminder of it.

I found it very difficult to push the pace even when I had a lot of fuel left in me. It is like I couldn't really think during the race, and it was all automatic. Very linear racing. Competitiveness, motivation, and determintation were sort of forgotten during the race. I'm assuming that it might be because I'm not that used to racing anymore. I finished in 21:10 which isn't as bad I thought, but I was certain I would break at least 21 min. Nonetheless, I am very proud for where I am currently at. 

I bit of what happened these past weeks:

Monday 03/05/2018

AM 3 miles, PM 2 miles

Tuesday

15 min. + 12 min tempo run.

Wednesday

5 miles.

Thursday

15 min. + 6 x 200m. 

Friday

4 miles

Saturday

9 miles in 1:14:xx

During the week of 03/11-03/17(Dash Down Greenville 5k was on the 17th) I ran all my runs very easy and only for 30 min. except for Wednesday, when I ran  a 15 min. warm-up and then 5 x 200m in 47 seconds with recovery at my own pleasure. Nothing impressive as I am just trying to wake up from this long running sleep. 

I'm hoping to stretch out the mileage these next few weeks as well as the pace. 

And The Camera Makes You Seasick

Sunday
9 miles in 1:13:10.
*Felt so motivated today. Mental imagery was positive as well., and to top it off, weather was actually great today after almost 5 days of rain. It can't rain all the time. So sore though. 

Monday: 
5 miles

Tuesday

Wednesday
Double: AM - 3 miles, PM - 3 miles.
*Wow, my legs felt like they were on clouds on the PM run! Beautiful. 

Thursday
15 min. warm-up + Uphill short sprints (Mile worth) + cool down.
*Went out to Norbuck, but couldn't complete the workout due to mud. Interesting encounter after my run though: As I was heading back to the parking lot towards my car, I saw another car parking right next to me. What the heck? I thought. The parking was enormous and vacant... why next to me?! Out come two dudes, and one of them stands in between their car and mine, and stands there. At this point, I'm still on park grounds, but I pretend, out of painful awkwardness, to jog around to see what he's doing. Turns out they were taking turns taking a wizz in open grounds, where literally, there was a porta-potty a few meters away. What the fuck? I choose to jog a bit more, and wait for them to leave so I can avoid awkward contact. I'm jogging around the baseball field, occasionally looking through my peripheral vision to see if they leave, but out come two more guys. They start sitting on the trunk of their car, and start smoking a few blunts, and take out a few beers. Dang it! How uncomfortable! I jog for a few more minutes, and finally decide to walk to my car because it's getting late. As I'm walking, I see that they have their car door wide open, blocking my door. Fuck! I think to myself. I have my headphones, and look up to the guy, and hear, under my music, Wassup foo? I forget how to talk, "Oh, uh" and point at his door. What? Close that h*e, dawg, the stoned out dude says. Cool, I mumbled. I close it and drive off.

Friday
3 mile easy jog. (8:50 pace)


Saturday
Rest with Deftones

I ran 26 miles this week! The most I have ran in years!