Hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Oh. Yeah. If you have not downloaded that song by Fort Minor, you must do so right now, right now, right now. I listened to it like five times during my run today. Which was 7.4 miles. Which I did in 95:12. Which is 12 minute 50 second miles. I had Missy double check the math. I am convinced it is correct. Take home lesson: don't fuck with the loop!

And I must say, the run totally rocked the fucking house. I did all my intervals, as planned, and felt really good almost the entire time. I got a little bit weepy at the end, but that happens to me sometimes, it's just one of those things, although I try hard to control it because crying makes it harder to breathe. The best part about the run is that I could have done more. Which bodes well for next week, when my plan is to do 7.8.

My original training plan had me doing seven miles this week, so I feel really good about being a little bit ahead of where I need to be.

I did those CLIF shot block thingies for the first time, and I supposed you could say I will be including them in all my future runs. I will credit the shot blocks and that song for my success today.

The thing I was thinking about during and after this run was how a while back in my life, having a run like yesterday's run, the awful 2.2 would have had me hanging up my shoes for god knows how long. I would have considered myself a failure, told myself I hated running, hated exercise and the whole thing sucks and just been done with it. But things are different now. Why, I have no idea, I can't pinpoint one reason. But something has definitely changed. Now, after my awful 2.2 I simply told myself it was a bad run, I wasn't feeling my best and told myself to simply get up tomorrow and try it again. And, even more amazingly, that is exactly what I did.

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!