North Little Rock High

Man, these were nice, and easy. I am about ready to subscribe to the Comfortably-Tired Interval Technique.

Tonight I did 3X1000 meters with circa three-minute, 200-meter walk intervals. Yes, three. Not five. The last time I did three, I ran two miles in 15:21 two days later and felt confident I could've maintained that pace through five kilometers. The last time I did five, it took me a month to recover. I got them in 5:10.4, 4:58.2, and 4:40.9. I am unsure how much energy I kept covered, but I'm guessing I could've run the last one at least 30 seconds faster.

A good sign was my three-quarter mile warmdown; I walked 200 meters and then planned when I started jogging to go half a lap and slow to a walk, but forgot and just kept jogging.

I never looked at my watch, except during the intervals, and with 200 meters left of the final 1000. That was the point at which I passed two miles, where I was pleased to see I went through in 19:46. That's a pretty good two-mile time, considering I walked 400 meters of it in a total of 5:53.8.

Now, back to the Angels-Giants on MLB.TV. My man, Giant Aaron Rowand, is 0-3 through five innings with three strikeouts. What could I do? There isn't a motherfucking South American on either roster.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

"The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in, shockproof, shit detector."
— Ernest Hemingway, from a 1958 interview by George Plimpton for the Paris Review