Sunday
Four in the afternoon. Had 15 scheduled for the night after a long long long long, long long long long long day.
If I thought it would make a conditioning difference would of hit it. But it wouldn't, just being a general mid run. Only benefit would of been about 1/4 lb burned off.
But with 97% humidity and south wind, probably would put me in bad mood for next week's training. So taken as a whole, to bed early with a full 8 hrs sleep was best option.
Saturday
Hit the pavement for quick four miler. I took the six foot wide, nicely paved, Oso River path. Passed by three other joggers while headed out North. Toward the turn around point, a man was walking in my direction with his dog. He looked to be in his late 50s, and about 280-300 lbs.
He walked in the dead middle of the path, even though he saw me coming. When I got to within 5 yards, he pulled to the right; I was already to my far right. On the way back five minutes later, I came up behind him. He was again dead center in path. He heard me coming, turned around and looked at me, but this time did not move to the side.
I moved to the far left edge, an inch from the muddy grass. His dog leapt on me knocking off the path. Still off the path and at a trot pace, I snapped back, not loudly but directly, "Pick a side of the path!" He tightened up his entire body, and started toward me, "What did you say!!"
I stopped, turned and said angerly "Pick a side!" "Fuck you, you c**k sucking faggot!" he cursed back. He came at me and threw a weak ineffectual jab. I knocked it out of the air.
He kept comming, "Faggot, c**ksucker, d**k sucker, Come on! Come on!". I had to push him back three times. He kept at it, "Come on, hit me faggot! Hit me!"
I pulled back, turned to continue my run, at normal pace. He came after me about three steps and then stopped.
I was two hundred yards away and could still hear him. "Faggot, running cause you're a d**k sucker!"
For five minutes I blamed myself for saying something. But then, thought "His dog jumped on me. I didn't cuss or threaten, but shouted to move to a side." As a serious runner, I had a duty to the running community to stand up.
Friday
Solid 18, walked another 4 to burn calories.
Thursday
System shut down. Thought about doing 18, as weather was good. But knew it would be tough due to hard run yesterday. Sure enough by 4, my body told me I need sone rest / sleep more than running.
Stopped running at four, then walked a couple to burn calories. Went to bed early.
Wednesday
12 w/ 7 at LT. Added 6 more walking miles.
Tuesday
Six durning lunch nice easy pace. Added 4 x 800 meter moderate hills to break it up. Another six at night normal pace. 65 degrees with 94% humidity.
Added a couple of extra walking miles to burn calories.
Monday
It's getting to the point that I can tell you the relative humidity based on the labor of my beathing.
On the mill last night, thinking of going to 15, but knew it would be hard just due to the super high intensity of last week's recap. By 4 felt like I was running in soup. By 4.5, out. Knew humidity had to be 93-94%. Sure enough 94%.
Well, no worries. Weather turns good Wednesday. I'll make up difference.
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