What’s the sense in hurting my pride

Waking up this morning, I was subjected to a voice far too cheerful for that hour of the day and who didn’t posses half the ability that Ella did, but unfortunately shared the same message, “baby it’s cold outside”.

Today’s long run had some intensity early on to start the ball rolling, 3x2-miles tempo (2’). After putting on a toque, gloves, both long and short sleeved shirt and half tights I was out into the bitterly cold day (-2C). I made my way over to Rithet’s Bog where the undulating trail around the marshland is +/- 3k, not 2 miles but close enough. I started the first interval trying to rein things in but found myself questioning the pace after not too long; I recall my watch reading 5:02. The second time around I focused on keeping my strides light, quick and smooth, and was amazed to shave off 5”. The last lap I paid attention to keeping my effort consistent and was further surprised with the last lap being the fastest (10:53, 10:48 & 10:45).

I’m pretty happy with how my week shaped up, the total being 10h20’52” (roughly 148k or 92 miles).

Training:
Saturday: easy 1:10:21
Sunday: 2:14:16 with 3x2-miles (2’)

And tonight, to facilitate easing everyone into the holiday season, I’ll leave you with these few words:

“The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outsid”