I ran this weekend, 6 miles on Saturday. The world was like an E.E. Cummings poem. It was mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful. In my efforts to circumvent the flooded river I ran deep into the public golf course which looked deceptively dry in spots, until running in it. The earth was like a sponge. A cold deep sponge. I trod along in the pursuit of health, rather enjoying the cold wet feet for a change.
The fowl were quite happy as well and out in numbers. Parts of the park were covered in new vast lakes only a few inches deep. There were geese and mallards, and plump robins splashing about. Come to think of it - I saw some type of hawk standing on the ground, fearlessly, with another flailing bird underneath it caught in the talons as I ran to the flooded park. Who needs an iPod when you have action like this before your very eyes? It's a wild kingdom out there. I did not see anyone else at the park. Just birds.
Sunday I put in a good swim at Jorgenson. Had my own lane so I did some butterfly. My workout consisted of 200 free, 200 kick, 200 IM, 200 Back. Then 4 x 50 kick Fly, then 4x25 all out of each stroke, better described as a 400 IM with 5-10 seconds rest between each length. Not a lot of quantity, but super quality. Heart rate was pushing 180 at completion. There's nothing like high intensity interval work. I felt sick for an hour.
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