Solo on the MIT track 2 weeks ago. Was a bit windy so my last 100 wasn't quite as fast as I would have hoped, but still PR'd by a decent amount. 3rd lap felt ridiculously hard even though it was (barely) my slowest, but I didn't realize how fast I was actually going until I saw the 1500 time (then I was like "holy shit, this is gonna be awesome"). Not bad for 0 speedwork :)
Splits:
~1:09
~2:19
~3:30
~4:22 (1500)
4:38.9 (1600)
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Thursday, October 6, 2011
First entry in a while...
I've been running for 52 days in a row now (not a single day off). It's strange that when I don't need to run, it is so much easier to consistently do it. My average run is a little over 8 miles in length, although the weekly average is pulled up by some longer things (32.8 miles after getting lost, 24.1 miles with Dave, 22.3 miles to explore a nearby town, and 17 miles to explore another town). Anyways I did a 5K (USATF certified, so its legit) about two weeks ago, and while I did not win, I managed to break a nearly 4 year old PR. My shiny new PR is actually fairly marginal - 16:54.4 vs 16:59.76 - but I managed to pull this off with only a single interval session of six 800s and a total of only 5 weeks of running (prior to this I had taken the entire summer off). There is an 8K in 3 weeks I found that I would like to do, but last year the slowest guy (201 of 201) ran 27:04 (the course is USATF certified -- it's not short). The entry fee is very high ($45) and it specifically says "Do not run this if you cannot run under 30:00." I'm tempted to do it, since I think I can lay down a 27:2x (still last by a very large margin haha), but I think part of the reason I ran a great 5K was specifically because I had no goal in mind. I just went out there, talked to some friends at the beginning, fought my way to the front, and kicked to a PR I didn't even know I was doing. I also know that I will need to do more tempo-style things if I want to run a good 5-mile -- I have enough speed and endurance now that a 5K is not really a problem even if I haven't been doing workouts to get into peak shape. I can almost always fight through it anyways to get within ~20 seconds of my PR. Five miles however still seems scary for me.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Some lulz
I had an interesting dream the other night. I like to remember them sometimes, but if I don't write them down I know I won't. So here it is.
I'm at Caltech. In my dorm room. It's raining outside and only getting worse every minute. I decide it is the perfect time to run down to the beach to check things out (in my dream, Caltech is maybe 5 miles from the ocean. But you have to cross several rivers to get there). Anton and I make it past the first 2 rivers easily despite the howling wind and crushing rain, but its picking up. I start running across the third when the bridge starts to give way. Someone yells at me to get inside while the hurricane passes. Anton charges ahead, while I double back as quickly as I possibly can and in the process lose my left flip flop, which is picked up by an attractive blonde (I guess I run in flip flops in a hurricane now). She starts saying something but I can't make any of it out...
DREAM RESETS
I'm at Caltech. In my dorm room. My friend from back home is visiting, so I'm spending a lot of time with her and not really paying attention to what is going on around the school. At some point someone mentions that a programmable disease that assembles machines from host cells would be pretty freaking sweet. Meanwhile, several people in Lloyd come down with what appears to be a cold. Not surprising considering the hurricanes we've been having. Also there are mosquitos out. Lots and lots of mosquitos, though they seem to be concentrated in Lloyd. Still nothing to be worried about until OH MY GOD DID THAT BUG JUST SPONTANEOUSLY ASSEMBLE FROM SOMEONES FINGER.
So it turns out that a programmable disease is actaully a pretty freaking sweet idea, at least when it doesn't go horribly wrong and out of control (which it certainly will. at least in all major motion pictures). Some fuckwit decided that the test pattern would be to assemble mosquitos from local materials, which essentially meant that the host would die a slow painful death by being turned into a swarm of mosquitos. Fuck. My friend and I decide that we're not sick for now, since we didn't have any of the cold-like symptoms observed with the others. By now we're trying to make a hasty retreat from Lloyd to avoid getting sick, but every door has been locked and some bros are setting up expensive-looking shit outside. We realize too late that we could have escaped through Ruddock (I flash to someone else talking to a Rudd, mentioning how once they realized Lloyd was gonna be a problem he cut that off).
So Lloyd house is quarantined, and the only escape through Ruddock has been cut off. My friend and I still seem to be okay, but since they have no idea what's up they keep us in there for good measure. I decide I'm getting out, but my friend just wants to wait it out for a couple of weeks. Soon I start feeling really bad and it looks like I'm getting the cold. But nothing happens to me. Sweet, it's like I'm immune. Woohoo! I don't know how I knew for certain, but somehow I was now immune to the programmable disease. After demonstrating my immunity and verifying that I'm not a carrier, Caltech/the US Government decide it's okay if I leave. I want my friend to come too, but they won't let her (she hasn't demonstrated immunity or the fact that she's not a carrier). I promise her I'll come back for her in under a day.
During this epic day, I have somehow aqcuired an RPG and the ability to be a badass. By the way it's still hurricane season, and today is not looking too good. I use the RPG to bust a hole in my room in Lloyd and break the quarantine to free my friend during a massive thunderstorm. No one notices while I run out of there carrying her in my arms. I ran through mud rivers and over mountains to get her as far away from Caltech as possible, while more and more rain came down (I don't think it's possible for it to rain so much. It was like a river was hitting me in the face). Eventually I cannot run anymore and I have to put her down and stop.
I start working on a way to transfer my immunity. I try nearly everything, but nothing seems to work. My friend still seems okay (she hasn't gotten sick yet), but I am still worried. Meanwhile I find out that the disease has busted out of quarantine thanks to me (oopsie poopsie) and now is wreaking havoc everywhere. Apparently I was the only one who was ever immune.
In the final hours of the massive shitstorm that occurs thanks to me (end of the world sort of deal), my friend has finally started to get sick. I am so sad about her succumbing (though strangely enough, not anyone else) that I work faster and faster to find out how to transfer my immunity. Finally it hits me; it's in my spit (hey it's my dream. and I can do what I want). And what better way to transfer spit than... kissing. By now my friend isn't looking so hot (well not literally. I would still totally hit that), so I tell her what's up and how we can solve this problem. She looks at me and says, "So if I don't do this (meaning the kissing) then I die?" "Probably. Probably painfully too. By turing into a bunch of mosquitos." "Well that doesn't seem so bad."
I'm more than a little upset. And now also probably the last person on Earth. So I did what any normal person would do and I just ran. As far and as fast as I could until my legs started to give out and everything was starting to fade away... and then I wake up.
I'm almost certain there was more before and in between the sections, but I just can't remember it... I just found it kinda funny/sad that even in my dreams my friend literally would not kiss me to save her life.
I'm at Caltech. In my dorm room. It's raining outside and only getting worse every minute. I decide it is the perfect time to run down to the beach to check things out (in my dream, Caltech is maybe 5 miles from the ocean. But you have to cross several rivers to get there). Anton and I make it past the first 2 rivers easily despite the howling wind and crushing rain, but its picking up. I start running across the third when the bridge starts to give way. Someone yells at me to get inside while the hurricane passes. Anton charges ahead, while I double back as quickly as I possibly can and in the process lose my left flip flop, which is picked up by an attractive blonde (I guess I run in flip flops in a hurricane now). She starts saying something but I can't make any of it out...
DREAM RESETS
I'm at Caltech. In my dorm room. My friend from back home is visiting, so I'm spending a lot of time with her and not really paying attention to what is going on around the school. At some point someone mentions that a programmable disease that assembles machines from host cells would be pretty freaking sweet. Meanwhile, several people in Lloyd come down with what appears to be a cold. Not surprising considering the hurricanes we've been having. Also there are mosquitos out. Lots and lots of mosquitos, though they seem to be concentrated in Lloyd. Still nothing to be worried about until OH MY GOD DID THAT BUG JUST SPONTANEOUSLY ASSEMBLE FROM SOMEONES FINGER.
So it turns out that a programmable disease is actaully a pretty freaking sweet idea, at least when it doesn't go horribly wrong and out of control (which it certainly will. at least in all major motion pictures). Some fuckwit decided that the test pattern would be to assemble mosquitos from local materials, which essentially meant that the host would die a slow painful death by being turned into a swarm of mosquitos. Fuck. My friend and I decide that we're not sick for now, since we didn't have any of the cold-like symptoms observed with the others. By now we're trying to make a hasty retreat from Lloyd to avoid getting sick, but every door has been locked and some bros are setting up expensive-looking shit outside. We realize too late that we could have escaped through Ruddock (I flash to someone else talking to a Rudd, mentioning how once they realized Lloyd was gonna be a problem he cut that off).
So Lloyd house is quarantined, and the only escape through Ruddock has been cut off. My friend and I still seem to be okay, but since they have no idea what's up they keep us in there for good measure. I decide I'm getting out, but my friend just wants to wait it out for a couple of weeks. Soon I start feeling really bad and it looks like I'm getting the cold. But nothing happens to me. Sweet, it's like I'm immune. Woohoo! I don't know how I knew for certain, but somehow I was now immune to the programmable disease. After demonstrating my immunity and verifying that I'm not a carrier, Caltech/the US Government decide it's okay if I leave. I want my friend to come too, but they won't let her (she hasn't demonstrated immunity or the fact that she's not a carrier). I promise her I'll come back for her in under a day.
During this epic day, I have somehow aqcuired an RPG and the ability to be a badass. By the way it's still hurricane season, and today is not looking too good. I use the RPG to bust a hole in my room in Lloyd and break the quarantine to free my friend during a massive thunderstorm. No one notices while I run out of there carrying her in my arms. I ran through mud rivers and over mountains to get her as far away from Caltech as possible, while more and more rain came down (I don't think it's possible for it to rain so much. It was like a river was hitting me in the face). Eventually I cannot run anymore and I have to put her down and stop.
I start working on a way to transfer my immunity. I try nearly everything, but nothing seems to work. My friend still seems okay (she hasn't gotten sick yet), but I am still worried. Meanwhile I find out that the disease has busted out of quarantine thanks to me (oopsie poopsie) and now is wreaking havoc everywhere. Apparently I was the only one who was ever immune.
In the final hours of the massive shitstorm that occurs thanks to me (end of the world sort of deal), my friend has finally started to get sick. I am so sad about her succumbing (though strangely enough, not anyone else) that I work faster and faster to find out how to transfer my immunity. Finally it hits me; it's in my spit (hey it's my dream. and I can do what I want). And what better way to transfer spit than... kissing. By now my friend isn't looking so hot (well not literally. I would still totally hit that), so I tell her what's up and how we can solve this problem. She looks at me and says, "So if I don't do this (meaning the kissing) then I die?" "Probably. Probably painfully too. By turing into a bunch of mosquitos." "Well that doesn't seem so bad."
I'm more than a little upset. And now also probably the last person on Earth. So I did what any normal person would do and I just ran. As far and as fast as I could until my legs started to give out and everything was starting to fade away... and then I wake up.
I'm almost certain there was more before and in between the sections, but I just can't remember it... I just found it kinda funny/sad that even in my dreams my friend literally would not kiss me to save her life.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
30/05/2010
Epic run to Huntington beach. Both calves and both calves cramped at mile ~35 so I had to wait about 40 minutes to recover from it, but still a decent time. Splits:
2-mile: 11:50
3-mile: 19:10
60-min: 8.95 mi
13.1-mile: ~1:31
120-min: 17.24 mi
26.2-mile: ~3:17
240-min: 31.29
300-min: ~35.5 mi <---lots of cramps and things :-/
42.8: 7:19:33.74!!!!!!!
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=3769905
2-mile: 11:50
3-mile: 19:10
60-min: 8.95 mi
13.1-mile: ~1:31
120-min: 17.24 mi
26.2-mile: ~3:17
240-min: 31.29
300-min: ~35.5 mi <---lots of cramps and things :-/
42.8: 7:19:33.74!!!!!!!
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=3769905
Thursday, May 13, 2010
13/05/2010
Low sleep day today. Just zoned out on the South Field for about 40 minutes and then ran Huntington up Virginia easy.
40 min + 5mi
40 min + 5mi
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
12/05/2010
Chilled with G for about an hour... I was coughing a lot at night and didn't get a spectular sleep, hopefully I'm not getting sick.
60:19
60:19
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
10/05/2010
Actually did Rosemead today, although I didn't feel like I could go fast so I just chilled.
47:02
47:02
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