On October 6th, the author wrote that his six-mile
morning run was an “afternoon delight.” This makes no sense.
On September 15th, the author mistakenly wrote
that he “ate his fill of Tostitos Scoops just because.” They were actually Tostitos Hint of
Lime.
During his morning run on August 29th, the author
questioned the veracity of a local first-grade girl’s t-shirt, which read
“Pretty Princess.” He stands
corrected.
On September 1st, the author claimed that it was
“raining” during the run and that he went out with Natalie Portman shortly
afterwards. It was actually
“drizzling.” He was also thinking
of a dream he had.
In the Alarming Introduction, the author cited the shock-statistic
that “68% of organic water bottles are made from retired pianist
fingernails.” The actual figure is
65%.
On September 21st, the author thought he was
going to take out the trash, but then he mostly just wandered around, wondering
where to put egg shells.
In third grade, the author allegedly claimed he didn’t not
like a person but as a friend and that it was also opposite day. NASA logicians have been unable to untangle
this paradox ever since.
On October 18th, the author wrote a catchy
anecdote followed by a 200-page parade of pop-psychology and pop-sociology
studies interspersed with the trappings of a narrative, which he then published
and sold millions of copies of. He
regrets the mistake.
Two weeks ago, the author claimed, “Anybody who grows up
just watching cologne and Axe Body Spray advertisements will definitely mature
into a normal human.” A complete
retraction is called for.
On October 24th, the author referred to a number
of passages from previous posts.
These were all fabrications, including this last one.
Last Week’s Training
Sunday, October 16th: 14 miles, 95 minutes. Biked
to nearby the Fells and ran from there.
Nice run. Finished with a
couple laps of the track to gauge the pace at the end, and they were at 5:30
pace. Feeling pretty good
overall. Best run in a while,
actually.
Monday: AM 5 miles easy. PM 8.5 miles, 60 minutes. Feeling OK, a bit tired, but fine. Plus lift, ice bath, hip exercises, lift, chiropractic work
in the early afternoon, core, etc.
Tuesday: 8 miles with three miles in the middle faster. At Fresh Pond. Wanted to go 6:00 pace in the middle,
did 6:10, 6:05, and then got pretty frustrated and hammered the last mile, not
sure what the split was. Not such
a great day, but it was a sort of progress I think.
Wednesday: AM 9 miles, 62 minutes. PM 4.5 miles 30 minutes. Raining and windy.
Plus extra stuff (same as Monday).
No aches or pains, so the somewhat harder day yesterday worked out fine.
Thursday: 12 miles, 80 minutes. At Fresh Pond.
Had to get up early for work, so didn’t get quite enough sleep. Tried to pick up the pace a little in
the middle, and it didn’t take. An
OK run.
Friday: Did a progression run on the river in 7:00, 6:45,
6:30, 6:15, 6:00 5:45, 5:21, then a mile cooldown. All paces are estimates except the last two miles, which are
accurate. Didn’t feel too good
until the 5:45 mile, then got a little more comfortable. So, an OK workout; things aren’t coming
as quickly as easily as I’d like.
Saturday: 7 miles, 48 minutes, easy. Feeling OK, left Achilles sore.
Week in Review: 75 miles. 14 mile long run.
Two very conservative workouts.
Things aren’t coming very easily right now. It’s hard to try to do something well, really try to do
something well, and everything seems conspired against it. I know from experience that things tend
to turn around, but when you’re actually in the middle of it, it’s very
frustrating. I feel like I’m doing
the best I can to get back to 100%, and maybe that’s where the thought process
should stop. There is a passage from
The Art of Fielding, which is about
baseball, that creates a relevant representation.
All [Henry had] ever wanted was for
nothing to ever change. Or for things to change only in the right ways,
improving little by little, day by day, forever. It sounded crazy when you said it like that…The dream of
every day the same. Every day was
like the day before but a little better.
You ran the stadium a little faster. You bench-pressed a little more. You hit the ball a little harder in the cage…Your swing grew
a little simpler. Everything grew
simpler, little by little. You ate
the same food, woke up at the same time, wore the same clothes. Hitches, bad habits, useless
thoughts—whatever you didn’t need slowly fell away. Whatever was simple and useful remained. You improved little by little till the
day it all became perfect…
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