This morning's 6 a.m. run (note: it's SUNDAY, proving, once more, what a martyr I am at heart):
Mile 1: 10:11
Mile 2: 10:42
Mile 3: 10:14
Mile .5 5:22
(Today was supposed to be 4 miles, except (why, oh why is there always an "except?") I screwed up the mile markers. Whatever.)
I know I said I was throwing the watch out. I lied.
These are my fastest times ever ever ever.
I think one of my many idiosyncrasies is that I—like one of Pavlov's dogs—am totally conditioned to running the same route. And if I deviate, by say, doing something crazy like trying to run in West Virginia, or at some monastery on the Hudson River, well, my body apparently just can't deal.
So, the schizophrenic happy/mad running ride continues!! Y'all come back now.
*Joyce, James. Ulysses