35 down, 28 to go.

Last night's run was so much easier than I imagined it would be. Memories from two weeks ago and wiping the burning sweat from my eyes were still too fresh, so I emailed Coach for confirmation of my pace.

I didn't hear back in time.

So based on our previous conversations, I converted the hieroglyphics repeats I could fathom and execute: 3M warmup, 3x (3 1200s, 1 slow tempo, 1 medium tempo, 1 fast tempo.) 2 mile cooldown. The lack of rest between sets may exude a glare that hurts your little eyes, but don't wory. I survived :-)

Although the couch was calling, I summoned the gumption to toss on a sweater (yikes!) and amble back out the door to hear the Suspects, and I rewarded myself with a frosty Stone IPA (BYOB, of course) and spirited ska dancing.

TGIF.