I smashed the hell out of my five miles today. My 5K time was 27 minutes. If I could reproduce that at a trail race 5K, I’d kill my PR by fully 8 minutes. Not a bad chunk of change, eh? The other two miles, I never time. I jump off the gerbil and run around the crappy track with the strange view of the swimming pool, the basketball arena, and the women’s gym area.
After my little run, I changed up and hit the metal. Why is it I can lift 200 or so pounds on a flat bench with a bar, but I can only lift two 60 pound dumbells while pressing that way? Richard? Anyone?
So anyhow, I moved a lot of metal around, sweat my skull off, and felt generally superpowerful. You do understand that when I can do what I intend to be able to do, I’ll be able to do scads of chinups and things like that, right? Current # of good clean chinups I can do: 0.
But I’m getting there.
I feel much better than my sense of feeling aimless the other day. I’m just ensconced in my honing and my sharpening. I’m taking on new things where they show up, and adding them to the collection. What’s next? Next year looks more like a place to try out adventure racing and more intense trail experiences than it does to hit small town 5Ks. I might do both, but I’ll be interested in these “tests” that people have out. Challenges to something more than straight endurance.
Strange, eh? I’m moving in several directions at once, hoping to land at a unified front when I’m done. Strength training, endurance training, general fitness level being raised. I think the only things I’m missing are flexibility, and perhaps some way to hone it into useful forms.
Confessed to a complete stranger via email that I have no flesh and blood friends (besides Kat) that fall into the level of, say, me calling up and saying, “You’ll never believe this!” or whatever. Whatever people with friends talk about. Boo hoo. Pfff.
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