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Jun. 28th, 2017 06:22 pmI feel like I should make an effort to go back to running in the morning, but since I have the treadmill and the option, I've been enjoying late afternoon and evening runs recently.
I don't start actively training for Dopey until August, and right now I'm kinda-sorta following a Hal Higdon off season plan that focuses on building speed. I've already gotten my "easy jogging" pace up to around 13:30, which I'm pretty happy about given how damn slow I am. I can actually hit a ten minute pace and sustain it, but only for about five minutes or so. I know I'm not exactly blowing anyone out of the water at those blistering speeds - maybe banana slugs are impressed. ;D But then prior to this most of my training has been geared towards building endurance and piling on mileage.
The treadmill is also allowing me a new pleasure - podcasts. On walking days I'm listening to Night Vale. Google Music has the whole series from the beginning, so I'm listening to it all in order. Before I'd heard odd episodes here and there, and I read a novel.
It's also giving me the pleasure of not being outside right now while we have massive swarms of mosquitoes, some of which are the size of hummingbirds. I hate summer.
So anyway, back on the Boobie Drama, Friday I go in for the biopsy, and of course eighty-billion more scans and ultrasounds and a bunch of other shit. Oh, and the doctor will have me come in to discuss my results. Because apparently it's easier for me to drive 60+ miles from Keystone Heights than for him to, you know, pick up the phone? And ... call me? (Yes I know I never answer my phone, I'll see the missed call and return it. That's how I roll.) Or take a cue from the imaging folks and mail me my results? But I'm taking my copy of Night Film so I have reading material, wearing my Icelandic Phallological Museum t-shirt because I'm that kind of person, and toodling over to MC AndersonCancer Center to hopefully get this settled. (Yes, they actually have the word "cancer" scratched out on their logo, they got a new ad campaign in, I think, late 2015.) Then it will likely not be until the second week of July that I get any results back - the holiday will throw everything off.
I don't start actively training for Dopey until August, and right now I'm kinda-sorta following a Hal Higdon off season plan that focuses on building speed. I've already gotten my "easy jogging" pace up to around 13:30, which I'm pretty happy about given how damn slow I am. I can actually hit a ten minute pace and sustain it, but only for about five minutes or so. I know I'm not exactly blowing anyone out of the water at those blistering speeds - maybe banana slugs are impressed. ;D But then prior to this most of my training has been geared towards building endurance and piling on mileage.
The treadmill is also allowing me a new pleasure - podcasts. On walking days I'm listening to Night Vale. Google Music has the whole series from the beginning, so I'm listening to it all in order. Before I'd heard odd episodes here and there, and I read a novel.
It's also giving me the pleasure of not being outside right now while we have massive swarms of mosquitoes, some of which are the size of hummingbirds. I hate summer.
So anyway, back on the Boobie Drama, Friday I go in for the biopsy, and of course eighty-billion more scans and ultrasounds and a bunch of other shit. Oh, and the doctor will have me come in to discuss my results. Because apparently it's easier for me to drive 60+ miles from Keystone Heights than for him to, you know, pick up the phone? And ... call me? (Yes I know I never answer my phone, I'll see the missed call and return it. That's how I roll.) Or take a cue from the imaging folks and mail me my results? But I'm taking my copy of Night Film so I have reading material, wearing my Icelandic Phallological Museum t-shirt because I'm that kind of person, and toodling over to MC Anderson