So It didn't go exactly as planned today. I was hoping to start off a nice 5:20 and then break 11 in the 2 mile. Not what happened... After taking a 5:20 first mile I went through the 2 in 11:05, 5:45 for the second. I felt good though! How could this happen? I'm theorizing I am weak with lactate threshold and muscular endurance. I must not be able to keep the high power the muscles give out. But then maybe I should work on a faster turnover rate to minimize ground impact? So many questions lie unanswered. So many questions left to be discovered.
On the other side my third mile time was 5:39 with more in my reserves to push. What is wrong with the second mile. My entire life has had trouble with the second mile time: trouble in the 2mile, 3000m, steeple, 5k, 10k. I've always had trouble with that second mile. I've started off fast, slow, perfect pace. It's always the same. I guess I should work on 2nd mile specific workouts to bound that hurdle.
So to cap off today
1st - 5:20
2nd - 5:45
3rd - 5:39
Finish - 17:16 - 2nd Place
NEXT UP: The January Freeze 10k in Binghamton, NY. Saturday January 29th, 2011.
Showing posts with label Compassion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Compassion. Show all posts
Monday, January 24, 2011
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Used to Be
Used to Be
................ For My Goddaughter Marithia
Before,
................ A time of compassion,
................ There I lay,
Naked,
Carefree
................ Watching sizes of white fluff pass by in a sea of a warm breeze,
................ Gently touching the light blue, open, never ending sky.
Opened to the heavens,
................ to my faith,
................ to the trees,
................ to the leaves,
................ to the poisonous caterpillars,
................................ bright,
................................ beautiful,
................................ lanky,
................................ with interesting spikes of familiarity that emerges from
................................ their backs and through their heads.
I watched as my youth flew by,
as time passionately ticked,
without hesitation to wait for no one,
and never hold.
Childhood relapses in a never ending spiral of Nirvana
There was no use for physics,
................ colorful balls bouncing without question,
................ flattened pancakes of plastic soared through the air,
................ gliding unknowingly to the black strip,
................ green luscious carpet,
................ or companion,
who may or may not have been innocent,
who may or may not have been myself,
and being the first and only
born from different physicality
but not from soul
has had it’s advantages
fately love inspiring truth,
into what I believe is the shocking cremation of old concepts,
and brings passion into family
instead of family into passion.
I was young and foolish,
yet understood
................ beliefs,
................ church,
................ God,
................ Jesus,
and yet was completely oblivious
to the true creation of the world.
I had been innocent
with a lasting freedom of generosity.
Oblivious true,
but motivation set me free
onto a path of Gold
and not onto what reality
................ forces to guide.
The Catcher in the Rye
shines to be a wonderful existence
even while we are bombarded
with the pessimistic
eternity of society,
but believe this catastrophe
takes its course.
We are all given opportunities
We are all given passions
to live innocently,
without sin,
forever and ever.
................ For My Goddaughter Marithia
Before,
................ A time of compassion,
................ There I lay,
Naked,
Carefree
................ Watching sizes of white fluff pass by in a sea of a warm breeze,
................ Gently touching the light blue, open, never ending sky.
Opened to the heavens,
................ to my faith,
................ to the trees,
................ to the leaves,
................ to the poisonous caterpillars,
................................ bright,
................................ beautiful,
................................ lanky,
................................ with interesting spikes of familiarity that emerges from
................................ their backs and through their heads.
I watched as my youth flew by,
as time passionately ticked,
without hesitation to wait for no one,
and never hold.
Childhood relapses in a never ending spiral of Nirvana
There was no use for physics,
................ colorful balls bouncing without question,
................ flattened pancakes of plastic soared through the air,
................ gliding unknowingly to the black strip,
................ green luscious carpet,
................ or companion,
who may or may not have been innocent,
who may or may not have been myself,
and being the first and only
born from different physicality
but not from soul
has had it’s advantages
fately love inspiring truth,
into what I believe is the shocking cremation of old concepts,
and brings passion into family
instead of family into passion.
I was young and foolish,
yet understood
................ beliefs,
................ church,
................ God,
................ Jesus,
and yet was completely oblivious
to the true creation of the world.
I had been innocent
with a lasting freedom of generosity.
Oblivious true,
but motivation set me free
onto a path of Gold
and not onto what reality
................ forces to guide.
The Catcher in the Rye
shines to be a wonderful existence
even while we are bombarded
with the pessimistic
eternity of society,
but believe this catastrophe
takes its course.
We are all given opportunities
We are all given passions
to live innocently,
without sin,
forever and ever.
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