The Commitment
Last week's runs went relatively well. I've had a difficult nagging soreness in my left hip which I attribute to old shoes. I'm learning through this cycle that Higdon's programs are more designed to get a person through the distance, but they do little to improve one's speed. I think I do the regular runs far too comfortably. Thursday night I decided to push a bit more and integrate something akin to a speed session by running mile intervals at about 10-20 seconds slower than 10K pace. This exercise proved fruitful in that a. it was nice to feel a stronger than a snail and b. I was able to get home a few moments quicker.
Many runners favor an early morning timetable for their training. I simply can't muster the motivation to get up early. Evening running is only tough in that it's tempting to simply lay around and eat gummi bears versus hitting the streets. I also harbor guilt of leaving behind our beloved pets who've been devoid of attention throughout the day. With great trepidation, the evening feeding ritual commences when I return home from work. Then I abandon the poor creatures yet again so that I can fulfill my own selfish physical need. Nonetheless, my commitment to running this upcoming marathon well overrides these considerations.
Sometimes I wonder what makes the perspective of people differ in regard to pets or "animal companions." A certain contingent of pet owners are satisfied with their dog Rufus being relegated to the fenced back yard, or worse roaming the streets. The only attention Rufus may get from his owners is a scoop of food. I hate to watch the animal cop shows on Animal Planet which display the horrid treatment some pets receive. While some owners abuse their animals, we cherish their place in our lives. We talk to them and even try to reason with them even though we know they can't understand. What creates these extremes of people. I'd never truly trust someone who didn't like animals? Indeed, some people suffer from allergies, but anyone who just doesn't like them is a little weird.
Many runners favor an early morning timetable for their training. I simply can't muster the motivation to get up early. Evening running is only tough in that it's tempting to simply lay around and eat gummi bears versus hitting the streets. I also harbor guilt of leaving behind our beloved pets who've been devoid of attention throughout the day. With great trepidation, the evening feeding ritual commences when I return home from work. Then I abandon the poor creatures yet again so that I can fulfill my own selfish physical need. Nonetheless, my commitment to running this upcoming marathon well overrides these considerations.
Sometimes I wonder what makes the perspective of people differ in regard to pets or "animal companions." A certain contingent of pet owners are satisfied with their dog Rufus being relegated to the fenced back yard, or worse roaming the streets. The only attention Rufus may get from his owners is a scoop of food. I hate to watch the animal cop shows on Animal Planet which display the horrid treatment some pets receive. While some owners abuse their animals, we cherish their place in our lives. We talk to them and even try to reason with them even though we know they can't understand. What creates these extremes of people. I'd never truly trust someone who didn't like animals? Indeed, some people suffer from allergies, but anyone who just doesn't like them is a little weird.
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