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Wednesday saw me running a 5K on the treadmill at the gym, to test out the new trail shoes before I got them muddy. Nothing much to speak of, but still some more mileage into the training book for the week.
This morning, I ran six miles in Maudslay. It was dark when I started, but still hazy and muggy. By the second mile, I looked like I’d fallen into the river. By the last mile, I smelled like it. It was a great run, especially when I wanted to quit around mile four. Somewhere, I just started saying, “Stick with the Plan,” and then, “Plan with the Stick.”
The last part, I guess, means that I mean to train with the intensity I’ve been fostering over the last several months. I keep pushing at myself, but never past any boundaries. I’m just training hard. So, stick with the plan and plan with the stick. Makes sense to me.
I hope you’re well.
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Plan with the stick. I like it. Of course, it gives me a vision of a small imp of some sort chasing after you, bashing wildly at the spot where you’ll be if you drop down more than 5 seconds off your target pace.
But doesn’t pushing yourself through a quitting-point just feel good?