800-800-800-800

Whew!

Last night at track rocked me in a good way, and in a bad way. We did 800's until we had no more left to give. I'm getting better at keeping pace, thanks largely to Manan and his epic pace-keeping abilities. (Thanks, but you're still faster than me.)

It is hard for me to resist the urge to rocket off to an unsustainable speed when I get the burst of energy. Sounds like a good problem to have, right? Not so much. Since that burst usually tires me out and leaves me very unhappy and sluggish for the rest of the run.

I had my first brush with the wonderful world of random running pains which took the form of a sharp cramp in my calf muscle. It felt like a "charlie horse" of the calf muscle, if that even exists. Anyway, it felt like the icy fist of a highly trained and agitated arm wrestler with a grudge. The solution seemed to be at the bottom of a water bottle, as many solutions are. (That's what they say, right?) I was surprised that it came down to hydration, since I've been making an effort to properly fuel my body. Oh well, live and learn.

I'm gearing up for tomorrow's ten mile run, both mentally and physically. I have serious butterflies, but no doubt that I'll finish it with an exhausted smile on my beet-red face. Shoreline, here we come!

Go Team!

Dodge