The great rebellion of the ducks

Location:  Provo River Trail, down to North Jetty
Miles:  6 miles
Time:  0:48:55
Pace:  0:8:15
Temp:  15
Weather:  Mostly clear, moon slivered
People I saw:  One other guy, dressed head to toe, plus a walker

Notes:  Today I wasn’t feeling it.  Even when I was putting my running clothes stack together, last night, I was sort of dreading this run.  It’s interesting how close the run seems to me, the night before.  I have to be in bed by 11 pm, or else it’s almost a guarantee that I won’t have enough sleep for the next day.

I managed an 0:8:47 for my first mile, but just didn’t feel great.  Nothing in particular, but energy, stiff muscles- not working in my favor.  So I spent the first couple of miles talking myself into this run.

It definitely wasn’t as cold as yesterday, but it was cold enough.  At one point in this run, about a hundred ducks, all perched on the freezing river, took me by surprise when they started quacking loudly.  This is always a little creepy for me, this early in the morning, in the dark.  It’s hard to explain, but the morning calm is shattered and my heart speeds up.  My stride speeds up, too.  It’s like my body reacts to a chase.

I don’t trust those ducks.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was going too fast.  Recently I read (have I already mentioned this- forgive me- short term blog memory) that you need to get your base mileage up before you start worrying about things like hill, speed, interval workouts.  The logic is that people don’t have a high enough base mileage.

 

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