Eleven’ish gentlemen braved the somewhat posted route for today’s variation of Spider Run intervals. After a brief, yet contested, disclaimer, off we went.
The Route
Through the path, up Roselawn, right on Towana, right on access road, left on St. Christophers. Upchuck was in the lead after the first turn, for those who are counting.
Right just past the baseball field to the track. 200m intervals. 200m at faster than race pace followed by 200m recovery. 4 milers do 4, 5 milers do 8, 6 milers do 12. Or whatever count you want in between there.
Numbers, names, YHC took us out.
Announcements
- GroRuck weekend, lots of announcements there
- Señor Chuck has the Dogpile Q for the early birds
Moleskin
Well, well, it seems that the number 7 has quite a fetish in history. Multiple 7 Years’ Wars (some taking longer than 7 years, but who’s counting?). 7 years of famine. 7 years of drought. Even the Dalai Lama himself spent (at least) 7 years in Tibet. And of course, it has been a whopping 7 years since Upchuck last graced a track with his presence, or so he claims through his perpetually track-deprived tears. The Q sheet is conveniently filled for 4/30/2031 for more track shenanigans.
YHC always appreciates y’all’s presence, even when running frustrates me to the point of questioning my life choices. There are good runs, there are bad runs, and sometimes YHC gets stuck in a rut deeper than Westham creek. For me, intervals are the magical cure to break out of that rut, and it was desperately needed today.
It was also quite delightful to give the queen’s wave to Gypsy and Homer as they plodded along on the track. YHC can’t help but wonder if they actually tested out those hurdles, or if they were just admiring them from a safe distance, afraid to unleash their inner Olympians.
Adiós amigos, until the next round!
Splinter
