sat. after i got home from the gym (tried to get in and help judge 14.5 after E's little league game was canceled), I ate big sandwich (pastrami, swiss, spicy grainy mustard, dave's killer bread). then about a quart of trail mix (cashews, almonds, peanuts, chocolate chips, dried cherries). and 2 serving of indian style fired rice (rice, beans, peas, cashews, curry, saffron). then I went out for the sprint practice (swedish speedplay). I truly wanted to vomit. like when you drink too much, and just want to go to sleep, and so you wish you could just vomit and get it over with so the room would stop spinning and you could sleep? yeah, that's how bad I wanted to throw up. but i ran fast. data below. sprints at roughly 14 mph, "rest" runs at roughly 6mph, for an average of approx 7.2 mph over a 35 min run (4.2 miles).
sunday. ate big breakfast sandwich. 2 slices toasted dave's killer bread, 2 slices pastrami, 2 fried eggs, 2 slices swiss cheese. 3/4 of a pot of coffee. then another starbucks coffee. then irish pub food - beef and guiness pot pie, mashed potatoes, carrots, broccoli, half a crispy chicken sandwich, half an order of fires, 2 slices of irish soda bread with grass-fed butter. then I went and ran my 7 miles.
this is like training in bad weather. if you can do your training in rain and cold and gloom, then you will do better when it's nice out. well, if i can train myself to run with a gutbomb like that, then think of how fast and far i can go on a proper diet? at least, that's what i told myself all weekend long...
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