Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you'll start having positive results.

Happy birthday, Willie Nelson.

So, Ragnar's done, I guess, FOR REAL since the recap is over. Boo.

Things I did last week:
Monday: Rest, eat everything
Tuesday: 7 miles, easy pace (10:58)
Wednesday: Conditioning <--last class!!
Thursday: 8.5 miles, 20x400 (I KNOW), 200 RI*
Saturday: Crappy 20 miles, easy pace (11:33)**


*On schedule, 8 miles, and "as many 400's as you can fit in". Remember back in November, when I did a ridiculous number of 400's?? I added it up while I was running, and figured I'd be able to fit 16 400's into my 8 miles (1 mi warm up, 1 mi cool down). But if I'm doing 16.... why not re-do 20?

I don't know. It seemed like a reasonable plan at the time, but my brain doesn't work when I'm running. This is why I cannot be self-coached - I don't know what's happening, I can't make my own decisions on the fly. I need someone telling me what to do. I'm a faithful lemming.

I kept track of my splits on my phone...

Goal pace 2:11 (8:44). Actual: 2:08, 2:10, 2:02, 2:03, 2:02, 2:06, 2:05, 2:09, 2:10, 2:09, 2:08, 2:07, 2:10, 2:08, 2:07, 2:07, 2:06, 2:08, 2:05, 1:57. It was hard, duh, but a BILLION times easier than the other time I did this.
 
**Of note, my last 20 miler was 12:08 pace. Interesting.


Plan for this week.... It's TAPER!!
Tuesday: 6 miles tempo (gross)
Wednesday: Yoga (no, REALLY this time)
Thursday: 4 miles, strides
Saturday: 1-2 miles shake out
Sunday: PCRF Half

I have big goals for PCRF. I'm a little terrified.

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Random weekend things....

I don't know what happened, but I did not have the runger after my 20 miler. I'm obviously broken. I think this was the only real treat I had...

Coconut cream tart. Delicious. I was super bummed, I love having a great excuse to eat all the things.

I had some friends over for dinner last night. While I was cooking, I remembered some previous crisis with our corkscrew, and that we had thrown it out awhile back. Luckily, The H is like Macgyver.

 

Screw, screwdriver, hammer, open bottle of wine. He is Great. 

And, tragically, my Princess Half coffee mug has seen the end of its existence.

 The H broke it first, then glued it back together. Then it broke again, and I put it out of its misery.

Obviously, this says to me that I need to run 2013 for the 5th anniversary. Right?