Despite how excellent the Grand Canyon FatAss adventure was, there is an definite level of comfort in arriving safely back home. Seeing Sibylle run out into the early Monday morning downpour looking for her husband, last to exit the van in their driveway, was heart-warming. We were more than happy to hand his sick-ass over to his waiting family and head off home ourselves. I was no where near as stiff legged as I thought I would be after the run coupled with the hours upon hours sitting in the van for the return trip. I somehow convinced myself to rejoin John Hill's performance running clinic and attend the Wed night session. Workout for the night was 1.5 mile/1.5 mile/1 mile. After the warmup run, waiting for the workout to begin, I was close to falling asleep leaning against the bleachers at Brockton Oval. After a brief description of my previous weekend's running, John's typical eye-rolling and plenty of whining on my part, he gave me an "easy" 6:45/m pace for the two mile & a halfs and 6:30/m pace for the single mile. Happy to say I survived without pooping or popping like Ean & Dan's workout's this week. I always try to run my best effort for the distance given at interval workouts and am always amazed at how close he pegs my fitness level. He had me nailed to the second on both the 1.5 mile runs, I ran 10:08 and 10:06. Then I smoked the last 1 mile leg though at 6:23. I guess there was a little juice left in the legs after all. Can't wait to see what he expects next week when I can't whine about having just done the Rim2Rim2Rim.
