My head was in a funk yesterday on a variety of levels, so I figured a good way to clean that up a bit was to bust out some heart beats. Pressed for time, I got out on a beautiful day (shirtless), and got in six miles. Mixed in the bottom half of Simms (10x). Rather than the full near half mile stretch I typically do, I went with these – as it is a little more intense in its own way. Almost a minute exactly in length (from the bottom crack in the road to the 40 mph speed limit sign – a touch shy of 300 meters) at just over 7 percent grade – these were good work and left me worked. I was definitely slowing towards the end in a wash of hurt, and fighting to keep good form.
Conclusion – my mental state or its health is probably tied to much to a decent run. There. That only took 41 something years to figure out. Maybe I can correct that in the next 41.
4 miles after work and before Pack meeting. Felt good.
Today's insanity is brought to you ala a tip from Brett
