- Monday, 3 mile easy
- Wednesday, 3 mile gentle fartlek
- Friday, Half an hour cross training (Swim)
- Sunday, 4.5 Mile steady
I also got my Garmin Foreruner 405 GPS watch out of its box for the first time since April 2009 for todays 'long' 4.5 mile run. I'm not sure why I did it. Maybe some kind of morbid nostalgia. If nothing else it has left me in no uncertain terms about exactly how much work lies ahead to reach anything like acceptable fitness. I was judged, and goaded by my virtual ascii looking training partner, who jogged comfortably at an aggravatingly consistent ten minute miles. Needless to say, he (or she) started to inch ahead after the first mile and a half. I considered slowing him down, but thought he might think less of me. I decided to ignore him, and his feeble little stick legs. I had however previously set the watch to let me know if I was behind. He therefore kept informing me with a sharp beep that I was getting further and further behind. I imagined him (or her) half a mile ahead, smirking at my crimson, sweaty face and uncomfortable loping gait. However I was not to be perturbed. My growing hatred of the self-congratulatory Mr ascii Garmin drove me onwards, towards my destiny. I plodded resolutely in the rain along the disused railway track, not even a Sunday dog walker braving the downpour. By the time I got home, he had been there for at least 4 minutes. I thought he might have had a shower and made himself comfortable on the sofa. Maybe he was having a cuppa and watching the football. He might even be sat in my seat, wearing my slippers, having a laugh and a joke with my wife. They'd probably stop talking and snigger about some private conversation they'd just been having when I walked in.
I will beat this little stick man, with his little stick legs. His perfect split timing and endless energy. I decided to leave the virtual partner set at 10 minute miles. I'll wipe that smirk of his liquid crystal display.
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