All afternoon today I was exhausted, but by the time 8:30 rolled around, I was finally ready to run. Two days ago I had one of my best runs ever. I did a pace of 11:16, which, if you will recall from just a month ago, is a drop of 1:31.
Full disclaimer, a month ago I was running intervals with more walking, and now I'm up to longer running intervals. It's not that I'm crazy fast now, but I have stamina. I can run more.
Anyway, feeling the block of being tired, I just cast my mind back to that success in terms of mental preparation. And so off we trot.
I just finished up Week 6 (walk 5, run 22, walk 5), from here on it's just running. Running and running, a few minutes more each time.
The Zombies, Run! story has sort of stalled in my mind. I'm working through a multi-episode arc involving a doctor with a terrible U.S. accent, who wants me to find some medical records about the first infected person, and has basically shanghai'd the radio station away from my trusted radio contact, Sam. Poor old Sam. And I'm like a less-exciting version of Brad Pitt, trotting around out there with my lightbulbs and baseball bats and packets of matches, dodging zombies and being the secret errand-girl for some darn doctor.
It's not that I don't want to know what happened to Patient Zero, but I'm just tired of being a tool for some lady who doesn't really care about me. Sam cares. I adore Sam, and I'll run where ever he tells me, even though he's bad at geography and can't tell his left from his right. This doctor just rubs me the wrong way.
It didn't matter too much today, though. I had other things on my mind, and ruminations pass the time as quickly as zombies do.
Finding out that you don't have any ice cream in house, at nearly 11pm, is really crap :/
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