I updated the ‘About’ tab, added a ‘Blogging Name’ tab (it’s borrowed from a earlier post), updated the ‘Contact’ page (everything should work just fine now), linked up the ‘Life Running Goals’ page, and shortened ‘My Cause’.
Current state: Emotionally exhausted. Mentally preparing for a week of bad anniversaries. Will share as much as I am able to express.
but it’s greater when it’s combined with quickness – and there’s a big difference. -Ty Cobb
For a game that is mostly mental (90%, remember), baseball has not produced as many brainiacs as might be expected. Go figure. Even puddles can be deceptively deep, though.
I had my speed session last night. For lack of a different plan, I went with the Yasso 800s. I got to the track, and it was only at that point that a little dread set in about what I had in front of me. The plan is to start with 4 800s and work up to 10.
So here are the numbers:
2:17; 1:07/1:10*; 2:31; 2:34
I just looked up the world records, and there is no way mine are correct. I know the time is right, but the distance must be wrong. Next speed work session will be held at a track that the city gub’ment promises is regulation length (cannot find info about the track I ran last night ANYWHERE, obviously not a good sign, DUH).
*I split up my second “800″ because I ran them with an autistic boy (about 10 or so?). He and his mom were there to watch his older brother’s soccer practice. He tried to approach me a few times and his mom kept trying to shepherd him away. He ended up doubling back on her and was standing near me, but looking past me. I asked him if he wanted to run, and darted right up to the starting line and crouched down into a sprinter’s start. I had to grin at that!
He spent most of our laps watching our shadows to make sure we were even. I gave up on trying to do the full 800 with him about 12 steps in. I had to shorten my stride like you wouldn’t believe as we really had a free-for-all regarding personal space bubbles while running. But I had fun and I got some of the happy arm flapping after the second lap, so I know he enjoyed it, too.
After our second lap, we had an overly dramatic competition in front of his mom to see who was more tired (think flopping on the ground, gasping for breath. I won, btw). He then told me I need to come back to the track and beat his older brother (who is alternately fast and lazy. Ah, the pre-teen years. I remember you so well). His mom seemed surprised by the verbal exchange, and genuinely thanked me for running with him. Which made me really sad. I was going to run either way; all I did was not trip over her son as he cut back and forth in front of me from my left to my right sides. But it was obviously something more to her, so I won’t diminish it.
So, in summary, I have no idea how this workout went. Obviously, it was a challenge (notice the time difference between set 1 and set 4). But next week’s speed work out will go a little differently. I am sure of that.
but it’s greater when it’s combined with quickness – and there’s a big difference. -Ty Cobb
For a game that is mostly mental (90%, remember), baseball has not produced as many brainiacs as might be expected. Go figure. Even puddles can be deceptively deep, though.
I had my speed session last night. For lack of a different plan, I went with the Yasso 800s. I got to the track, and it was only at that point that a little dread set in about what I had in front of me. The plan is to start with 4 800s and work up to 10.
So here are the numbers:
2:17; 1:07/1:10*; 2:31; 2:34
I just looked up the world records, and there is no way mine are correct. I know the time is right, but the distance must be wrong. Next speed work session will be held at a track that the city gub’ment promises is regulation length (cannot find info about the track I ran last night ANYWHERE, obviously not a good sign, DUH).
*I split up my second “800″ because I ran them with an autistic boy (about 10 or so?). He and his mom were there to watch his older brother’s soccer practice. He tried to approach me a few times and his mom kept trying to shepherd him away. He ended up doubling back on her and was standing near me, but looking past me. I asked him if he wanted to run, and darted right up to the starting line and crouched down into a sprinter’s start. I had to grin at that!
He spent most of our laps watching our shadows to make sure we were even. I gave up on trying to do the full 800 with him about 12 steps in. I had to shorten my stride like you wouldn’t believe as we really had a free-for-all regarding personal space bubbles while running. But I had fun and I got some of the happy arm flapping after the second lap, so I know he enjoyed it, too.
After our second lap, we had an overly dramatic competition in front of his mom to see who was more tired (think flopping on the ground, gasping for breath. I won, btw). He then told me I need to come back to the track and beat his older brother (who is alternately fast and lazy. Ah, the pre-teen years. I remember you so well). His mom seemed surprised by the verbal exchange, and genuinely thanked me for running with him. Which made me really sad. I was going to run either way; all I did was not trip over her son as he cut back and forth in front of me from my left to my right sides. But it was obviously something more to her, so I won’t diminish it.
So, in summary, I have no idea how this workout went. Obviously, it was a challenge (notice the time difference between set 1 and set 4). But next week’s speed work out will go a little differently. I am sure of that.
