Some days there's just not a lot to write about. Can't have an epiphany all the time, right? That's why epiphanies are special. The daily ritual tedium is the rule, not the exception. When we have a breakthrough, it's all the more significant. Today was just one of those put-in-the-time ordeals. Compounded by the Fortius-coached track workout being cancelled. So, there I was, a solo runner on the Harvard-Westlake High School track. Surrounded by the girls field hockey team. Which, I'm sorry to say, looks like such a boring sport! Seriously, let's chase after a ball with a stick with a bunch of kids who are afraid of said ball and afraid of hurting themselves or others. Very compelling.
The workout was fairly blase. Warm-up mile, four strides, five 800s with 400 recoveries. I was supposed to do a mile at a 6:00 pace but tragically ran out of time. My 800 times were fairly decent, highlighted by steadily decreasing from 3:45 down to 3:20 on the last set.
My reward was a pool workout at 7:30 p.m. I felt like molasses in the water tonight. Definitely sluggish. But I got through it. Sometimes that's all you can do. Get through it.
My reward for that will be another workout tomorrow -- on my typical day off. However, a trip to the symphony on Sunday afternoon negates my ability to complete both an ocean swim and the scheduled two-hour run. So you will find me at Tower 26 in Santa Monica at 7 a.m. with Coach Gerardo.
On the plus side, it makes my week fly by!
Time flies when your day is filled with tris. My new mantra!
93 days and counting.