Up @ 4.30. Wrap knee supports on both legs. Toilet thingy turns up empty. Weight steady @ 80Kgs (WTF?). Skin tight. TShirt, sweatshirt, trucks. High-visibility jacket. Some little stretching. CNN is talking about Latoya claiming Jackson was murdered. Murderers of a family found. Palin is criticizing Obama. Lights out. Step in the cold morning. Guard stirs from his sleep. Wave at him.
Step out of the gate. Start timer. Start at a comfortable but fast pace. Not much energy, adrenaline or testosterone. I know I gotta do this often to be better and faster at it. More importantly, my body needs to undergo physiological changes. More capillaries, stronger muscles, more mitochondria and more mitochondrial enzymes.
Meet three runners. Road mostly deserted. Cold air condenses in my nose and becomes water. Sweat pours down my face, cheeks and forehead. Soaks into my sweatshirt, down my back, down my waist. My work requires effort and is hard work, but is fun. Sometimes. Especially when I am kicking ass. Doesn't particularly feel like fun today. But the exertion required is less. Hadd says run slower, more and you get better, higher lactate thresholds. Why do I do this again? Okay. I check the time as I cross my landmarks. Not very good but what the hell. Maybe I am too heavy. Maybe I am too impatient - not giving myself enough time to get better. Left knee support is falling. I stop and lower in to my ankles.
I cross 6K in 31:20. Run back. Pass another runner I passed yesterday who sped to pass me and finish. Decide to deny him the pleasure today. Little twit. I speed up the incline. Glance back. He is straining. Doesn't have a chance. I speed off. Blackout. Blackout at 5:40? Weird shit. Clear 12K in 1:1:36. Open door. Lights back.
Stretch. Do some crunches. Hydrate. Take breakfast and shower. My legs feel better but there is an energy issue going on.