S. S. D. D.

Same stuff, different day. Some short high-cadence intervals on the road, like last Tuesday, and similarly reduced to slogging at the end. The plot looks more like a drunken stumble around the neighborhood, but it is what it is.

100-stride repeats

So I was going to do 10x100 on the track today to tune up my 10k pace, because I've got a bet to win. Ha!

It turned out there was a bunch of little kids walk-running around the school track. Harrumph. And here I'm a taxpayer and they're not. . . . (actually I found out later that it was Catherine and Elisabeth's class - but I didn't get close enough to see that!)

So I went out on the roads and just ran hard for 100 strides and then jogged until my eyes stopped bleeding, then repeated. Then that was too hard so I walked between sets until my eyes stopped bleeding. And then finally the intervals got farther and farther apart and then toward the end my eyes just wouldn't stop bleeding at all, so I crawled home.

Intervals are hard. And yeah, if you count the peaks, there are only 9 of them. I know, I know.

It seemed simple enough starting out

All I wanted to do was ride 20 miles and maintain a cadence around 90 rpm. A nice little ride, right? Is that too much to ask?

Apparently it was. The wind was blowing and gusting up to 20 knots and things got a little ugly there for a while. Then I remembered this was Madame Pele's way of making me strong for whatever Eagleman is going to throw at me in June. Thank you, Madame Pele.


I'd still like to see a little more of that blue line up above the 20 mph level. OK, a lot more. I want to be fast like Linae one day.

I can account for that one big dip in speed and heart rate after the turnaround in the middle of the ride. That was when I was riding slow enough to snarf down my entire little bag of Nemo gummy fish. Yum, yum! Replenishing critical carbohydrate reserves is important!