Training Log: Entry 3753

AM WORKOUT (0510 wake up via alarm, 0730 start time)

TACTICAL BARBELL MASS PROTOCOL GREY MAN Week 6, Workout 5

10 mile race

Notes:

• For anyone that has been following along, I did absolutely zero prep for this. I did 1 4 mile run about 7 weeks ago, and have otherwise been doing the rower for my cardio, and even then, it’s been 20 minute workouts. I’ve cut out my rucking and have leaned full into the Mass Protocol.

• That’s not a smart way to train for a 10 mile race.

• I also ran this completely fasted, on 8oz of water and some electrolytes. And I drank no water during the race.

• Bad decisions make good stories.

• I managed to run it all without stopping, which is always my goal. My fascia in my foot held up, and my right knee feels ok. My right hip is pissed off at me, but it’s been that way for a few weeks, and setting a deadlift PR on Wed didn’t help (another bad decision). I certainly wasn’t having a fun time for a lot of it, but it was something I could endure. It was really the first half mile that sucked the most, because I was basically re-teaching myself how to run WHILE dealing with all those little niggling injuries.

• Also, there was freezing rain and snow at the start, which made things less than awesome. But at the end there was bacon, which is THE best post running food I’ve ever had. Bananas are for chumps: bacon has more potassium. This race is put on by a local Brunch spot, so they bring out the A-game, and the Valkyrie even let me have her bacon. Getting the bacon into my mouth was also the fastest I moved that whole race.

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• Ninja mode at the start

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• This photo taken with a slow motion camera similar to what was used on the set of “The Green Hornet” since Bruce Lee kicked too fast.

• No rest for the wicked: I had to immediately drive the Valkyrie back to our home so I could drop her off to take the dog to doggie day care while I took the kiddo to music theater, which meant riding in a truck for 40 minutes after having JUST run 10 miles without training. Once I dropped the kid off, I peeled myself out of my truck and then walked to the nearest rest room like I was in a Wild West movie.

• I am not aging gracefully. I’m 40 years old and kicking sand in the reapers face like a Charles Atlas ad.