There's an old saying that goes like this ...
Monday's child is fair of face;
Tuesday's child is full of grace;
Wednesday's child is full of woe;
Thursday's child has far to go;
Friday's child is loving and giving;
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
is fair and wise, good and gay
In addition to being the lyrics of David Bowie and Steven Curtis Chapman songs (most of you will have no idea who the latter is), it's a a poem that superstitiously predicts the personality of a person based on the day they were born. However, I can apply it to my last few runs/non-runs this week.
Tuesday ... Full of Grace!
Great run! 10 mile Tempo Run with an average pace of 7:26/mile. But the last 5 miles went like this ... 6:43, 6:30, 6:43, 6:55, 6:41. I felt strong, fluid, and down-right graceful while running. Very fluid and light!
Wednesday ... Full of Woe!
Well, not woe as in sorrowful, but rather "whoa, whoa, whoa" as in SLOW DOWN! (just trying to make it relate to this post, work with me here). I ran a 12 mile Recovery Run in Salina, KS. I still felt really good and it was an awesome run. About a 7:53, nice relaxed pace. The best part was the elevation and weather. If you've ever been to Salina, KS you know the elevation in the town only changes about 10 ft!!! So it was nice and flat. And the weather was 53 degrees with 4mph winds ... PERFECT! The "whoa" factored in by continually having to slow myself down. I really wanted to push it and take advantage of the conditions, but I held back.
Thursday ... Far to Go!
And then we come to this morning! I'm in Garden City, KS ... maybe the worst town ever. No offense if you live here - probably wonderful people, but you should really get out ASAP. I went out to run in the overwhelming meat packing plant stench and 17mph wind, and after .73 miles thought ... " Um yeah, that's good for the day", and proceeded back to my hotel room. At any other point in my training I would have been bummed for the rest of the day, but I'm in a taper period ... so who cares! I probably needed the rest anyway.
Back to "Garden City". There's no gardens or a city??? It should be called Smells Like A Rotten Beef Carcass In The Middle Of Nowhere Dust Bowl Town ... but that probably wouldn't fit on their rotted plywood city limit sign.
P.S. I'm not sure if it's coming through in my writing, but I'm in the dreaded first week of taper and getting REALLLLLLLY CRANKY! Send race soon please.
... be great today???