RUN 3.9 of 5 miles, trackwork
BIKE COMMUTE just under 6 miles
Full moon at 9:44am. Probably about the time my truck window was smashed.
Met BE for a resurrection of Sunrise Speedwork, pulling a workout from my beloved iron distance plan: 1x1600, 2x800, 4x100. Ideally a jogged lap for recovery, we walked a lap or half lap. And ideally progressively faster as distances got shorter, but we nailed a very steady 8:20 pace.
A laff to remember -- when we finished the last 400 in 2:05 and I wondered on pace and BE immediately said 8:20. I was like WOW how you do that. Uh... 1 lap at 2:05 x 4.... No garmin required :) Again I expected to be really wore out for this, I was but still done splendidly.
Rode Puppy to the track, took 12 mins and was a good WU and CD. Home. Dog. Shower. Drive to FP for brief lab hour. While in lab, some shitbag broke into my beloved truck, smashed a window and took both swim gear bags. Fuckers. They don't want my swim gear, I want it, why can't we just work this out and I get my stuff back!?
Took brief inventory of replacement values, upwards of $200 which the kind police officer smiled at. I lost my red speedo bag, the gray WashU bag, my flippers, goggles, shower bag, new black/yellow and halloween suits, my new rainbow and black/gold caps, my finger timer, (OK that sounds weird...), the $7-ish I keep in the red bag in case a master's class breaks out, a bottle of my beloved peppermint lotion, (word of the day: beloved), and much more I'll slowly recall as I need it. Oh, my beloved broken lock and my blue flip flops. Fuckers.
In the end, lots of vacuuming, time spent waiting for insurance to call back, time with Sugar. I was surprisingly calm with all of this and didn't get overtly stressed. I had a few stomach-churn moments but otherwise ok. It's just a window, I guess. But they're still fuckers.
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