Running warm up/down 14:42 [3] 2.2 mi (6:41 / mi)
ahr:141 max:169 rhr:51 slept:5.6
Warm up from the apartment to the MVARC meetup.
Paces:
1: 6:47
2: 6:30
0.2: 6:54
Running 33:21 [4] 4.75 mi (7:01 / mi)
ahr:155 max:175 rhr:51
The Shoreline run with some added distance from doubling back to collect a slower runner new to the route.
Paces:
1: 7:22
2: 7:05
3: 6:48
4: 6:56
0.75: 6:45
I've been on a tear listening to irish punk/rock since St. Patty's day, so I had the refrain of "Chip" by the Real McKenzies stuck in my head. The refrain is as follows:
A lemon grows a pip
A yard will build a ship
As Satan is my master
I will get you, Chip
In my mind I adapted this for a running theme, to the following:
A lemon grows a pip
A yard will build a ship
*If you want to get faster
*Now, it's all up in the hip
The second time I serenaded my friend Lex with this improved chorus, he replied "There is some truth to that"