Heeeeeey, Goal Half Marathon Pace! How you doin?
Mind if I call you GHMP? Kinda like… “guhmup.” Not a very flattering sound, I guess. Sorry. Buy you a drink?
Well, here’s the thing. You’re kind of an elusive beast, GMHP. You’re faster than an easy pace and easier than a fast pace. You’re like a weird pace purgatory.
We’re not particularly well-acquainted, you and I. And seeing as we’re going to be spending 90+ minutes together next month in Virginia Beach, I think it’s time we got to know one another better.
So let’s do a work-out, GHMP. Five miles, straight up. I’m counting on you to kick me in the butt if I lag, and to rein me in if I push it too fast. ( In fact, you might notice that your bros 5KP and 10KP are specifically not invited. Because I’ve already taken them home a time or two. Ahem.)
Well. I think we’re gonna get along just fine.
This run felt so fantastic. I was shocked at how easy it felt. And I accomplished everything I set out to do: keep a fairly constant pace, run a tad fast without losing control and blowing in to 10K or 5K territory, and build confidence in that in-between GHMP zone.
I really have no idea what to expect out of this Shamrock thing next month: for as many times as I’ve run the distance, I’ve never really focused on a half as a goal race. If I can hang at 7:20 pace for 13.1, I’ll be a happy camper. And today’s workout was a huge boost in that direction.
Imaginary pace monsters for the win. Hey, whatever works, right?
Today’s EAT: The infamous Orange Chicken of Satan. I picked up a bag a while back after seeing it on Marie’s blog, and also seeing the ridiculously optimistic signs that my local TJ’s plasters all around its little section of the freezer aisle. “BEST SELLING ITEM!” “STAFF FAVORITE!” “TRY IT TODAY!”
(Can you image being the poor TJ’s “team member” whose job it is to come up with new and exciting magic marker signs about Orange Chicken day after day?)
Anyway. I can confirm that the stuff is basically crack in a bag.
And green beans create an illusion of nutrition, right? Even if I pour orange sauce all over them?
Today’s DRINK: Today’s spectacular pace run earned me a shower beer!
Sierra Nevada Glissade Golden Bock. This beer was delightfully mellow and light-bodied, but not in a bad or boring way. Slightly sweet, not at all hoppy, very smooth. It’s Sierra’s early-spring seasonal offering, and as such I think it’s perfect. It’s like the tulip of beers: simple, delicate, and enjoyable for the brief period they’re around.
Today’s RUN: Double day! In addition to the 7M I got out of the pace run, I did an easy 30-min shakeout at lunchtime. 10 miles and change for the day. (Weird weather fact: it was 28* and snowing this morning and 50* and sunny by noon. Schools were delayed – of course – and by the time the kids got there, it was springlike outside.)
Today’s QUESTION: Are you a Trader Joe’s shopper? What’s your favorite thing to buy there? Have you tried this damn Orange Chicken?? Because…damn, it’s good.
P.S. Thanks for all the well-wishes on the dental drama! Thankfully, I did NOT need a root canal or even a crown – I got away with a patched filling. (I will probably need a crown there someday, but hopefully that day will come at a time when my dental insurance situation is, ahem, more favorable.)
P.P.S. I am taking an exam of sorts tomorrow. Wish me luck? I haven’t taken a test since college. Assuming I don’t fail, I’ll share the details….