Every Labor Day a wonderfully destructive group of my friends get together for a little event we call Hacienda Holiday. This weekend is filled with the three essentials: sacrificing meat on a grill, breaking mildly expensive things, and risking lives in water (because “the river will take your life if you don’t respect it. Ain’t no current in a lake, but there current in that river.”)
As you can imagine, fitting in a long run during such festive activities is difficult. So I mashed my 23M long run in early Saturday morning in East Lansing; and it was a perfect Fall for a long run. My goal pace was marathon pace plus 30sec, and of course I ran my first mile 30 seconds too fast! However I quickly settled down and stayed fairly close to my goal pace.
Then miles 19 and 20 came along, where I plopped down +8sec on and +14sec my goal pace. Surprisingly, however, I was feeling good as I grabbed my last water on the course and therefore decided to try and push my last 3M. I was able to hit the next three at 7:17, 7:08, and 7:16. I was feeling so good I decided to do one more, a very pleasing 7:08.
Overall it was a great run with an average of 7:21/M (-9sec of goal pace). Everything about the run was good, except for the missing water bottle at mile 15; which I will discuss later this week.
And finally, in case you were wondering, putting circus peanuts and marshmallows in a microwave will create an awful mess and cause said microwave to stop functioning for several hours. In case you didn’t already know that.
December / 2013 Recap and The End
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6 comments:
Way to push those final miles! Cheers on a good weekend of mayhem and mileage.
Great job on the run. You may steal my shark horn. But not my actual shark horn. Get a look a like.
Also I was wondering why you put marshmallows and circu peanuts in the microwave, but then I started thinking how delicious they must have been when melted. Hm. Off to 7 Eleven I go.
Awesome run! You've inspired me to go 23 this weekend!
Circus peanuts are the Devil's own snack food. There's no other explanation for why they taste so hellaciously terrible.
I hear the Rocky theme....you have the eye of the tiger.
*cough* SHOW OFF *cough*
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