|This week, we set a date.|
Saturday: 4 miles @ 9:41 pace & 10x hill sprints
Sunday: 8 miles @ 9:36 pace
Monday: 10 miles @ 9:01 pace, 7x 3min @ 7:31 pace w/2:00 recovery; Dragged my feet all day getting out for this run but got it done. I find the runs I procrastinate the most on are often the ones that end up being awesome. Boyfriend joined me for the first two warm-up miles. I started in the nick of time as I got home just after sunset.
Tuesday: 4 miles @ 9:39 pace, Bikram Yoga
Wednesday: 10 miles, including 7 miles @ 8:30 pace; Another "moderate" pick-up run. I'm not a fan of the runs where pace is designated by effort level in this way. I'd much rather they say, "10K" or "Half pace." I have internal battles with myself about designating a certain pace to each effort level vs. running what feels like a "moderate" level for that particular day (which I think is what the plan intends).
Thursday: Bikram Yoga
Friday: 20 miles @ 8:56 pace, middle 15 miles @ 8:41 pace; Though I nailed my goal for the pick-up miles, I struggled at times to keep the pace. I'm going to be happy I got this done on tired legs and move on to the next week. I do love these long runs with specific paces, though. They go by so much faster than easy long runs both literally and more importantly, mentally.
On Sunday's run, I passed the bison paddock as I've done hundreds if not over a thousand times on runs in Golden Gate Park. I had heard that a bunch of baby bison had been added to the herd a few months ago but had never had a moment I was sure I was seeing the babies. The bison in Golden Gate Park are, let's say, larger, less endearing versions of Mario's lazy bum. If I lost the majority of fingers off my left hand I could still use it to count the number of times I'd seen a bison in the paddock move. And when I say "move," I don't mean trotting or even extended walking. I mean "move" in the sense of proving to me that they aren't just stuffed animals propped up for tourist photo-ops. I think once I saw one turn its head. And once I saw a tail swish. It might be some urban legend I'm remembering but I vaguely recall one walking a few steps once which stopped me in my tracks mid-run.
But on Sunday as I passed the paddock, the six baby bison were running all over the paddock. They were covering the entire length of the enclosure; Up and down hills, kicking their heels, and tossing their heads. They looked like a little gang of young hooligans taunting the statue like adults. I so wish I had my camera with me so I could have gotten it on tape.
It went on and on for minutes and I couldn't help admire the fact that they were running for the sheer joy of the movement. Definitely my kind of bison.
|Not a Firedaughter creation I own, but I love the sentiment.|