Easy Run (4k)

Today’s test day!  You know what that means, right big guy??  Tonight is the scary ‘V02 Max‘ test, so nothing stupid today.  I still want to get a little outdoor fun though as it’s also the first sunny, semi-decent day we’ve had after all the rain this weekend, so everything has that ‘post-rain shower’ kind of fresh smell to it and that’s always nice to enjoy.  Better than the stinky, sweaty laboratory oven I’ll slaving away in soon enough I suspect anyway.  So nothing crazy today, just a very light jog sans drills; no tempo, no fartleks, no nonsense bud.  Just jog out 2k, turn around, then jog 2k back home again.  Simple.

gordon

Some days just scream ‘Gordon Lightfoot, PUH-lease!’ more than others and, today, apparently is one of those days.  Hey, when ‘ol Gordo calls, you just gotta go man.

So I listened to tracks from the Disc One of the ‘Gordon Lightfoot Songbook‘ box set during my morning’s 4k very easy run down Thunder Bay Rd and back.

I figured it’s be next to impossible to do anything resembling hard cardio intervals while listening to Gordon Lightfoot.  It’s be like trying to stoke a fire with wet newspaper.  And I was right.  According to my Garmin, I think my heart rate might have actually rose maybe, what?  Two or three whole times the entire run?  I must have been where I was either hopping over avoid dog poo or I saw a squirrel or something.

Anyway, among my favorite tracks from this early period song catalog include: ‘Early Morning Rain‘, ‘Bitter Green‘, ‘Boss Man‘, ‘Steel Rail Blues‘, and more train songs than you could shake a dead hobo at.

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About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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