Hiatus
Well, it is another fricken cold day here in New England. Of course, my few dedicated reader's already know that. The wind out of the west was chilling forcing me to dive into the side roads for today's little French Rd fartlek workout. I did 2 sets of 1 min on, 1 min off, 2 min on. It was at a pretty good clip to get my legs turning over. Must have been going a little quick because when I clocked the last mile it was a 6:15. There have been a lot of rest periods in my training as of late so hopefully it is just fresh legs coming to the front.
An interesting thing happened on my run today. As I headed down French Rd a dog came tearing out of the woods and started running with me. He was a Benji type terrier mix who I thought would die off rather quickly but I was mistaken. I was starting my fartlek's and wouldn't you know when I picked it up, he just jumped right onto the accelerator with me. He spent the whole run looking at me with his head half cocked as if saying "Is that all you got." We did the whole workout together, with two cars giving me dirty looks, with me on the side of the road and him running down the middle. It is not as dangerous as it seems because these are back roads of Sudbury, not rte 20 or anything busy. People should control their dogs with leashes or have command of them but, he wasn't my dog and I didn't have a leash. Screw them if they can't take a joke. Benji II, my name for the dog, did all but the last ten minutes of the run with me. His tongue started to hang out the side of his mouth and he had to start doing mini-pickups to keep pace with me. He took off into the woods just as quick as he joined me. We did a loop so he could not have been far from home. Plus, dogs just know where they are. When ever that dog gets home, he will probably pass out from exhaustion on the kitchen floor in front of his water dish. He looked pretty tapped out when he exited the run. I can hear his owner's now "Benji II didn't come to the door when I got home. Wonder what's wrong with him?"
Well, this will be my last entry for a while. I am heading across the pond for some races in Ireland. I am not going to make too big a deal out of it because lately anything I have made out to be a big deal has morphed into a steaming pile of garbage. Just going to head over, relax, and race on feel. Screw the splits, screw the pace, screw the course, just race what my legs and lungs tell me is the right pace for the moment. That is how I raced this fall and it went well, here's hoping for more of a fall 05 type race and less of a winter 06 type race.
Cheers