That was my reply when Coach Googliano (that's my new nickname for him. he wins races. google it) texted me about today's workout. He replied with "I'll have a special gift waiting for you"... I arrived to the UCSD track and he had his gift in hand. Cold water. I brought my own, but it's the thought that counts I guess.
We're only going to do 3 x 1000s with lots of rest inbetween. He clearly didn't read my text about killing me. 1000 meters is 2.5 x around the track and for anyone, it's a helluva long time to be in a near 'sprint' mode. It also means I get to pass him 3 times as he says 'up up up, go go go!'.
first one - 3:46. pretty good, right crazy brazilian guy? wait what? do that again? twice?
second one - 3:50. I sensed a wee bit of disappointment, but couldn't be 100% sure as his eyes were masked by his giant oakleys.
third one - 3:59. I moved to the infield. I vomitted a litttle bit, but there were people watching and didn't let it escape my mouth. tmi? I dropped down to one knee and thanked the dear lord baby Jesus for another year of life.
good job bday boy! throw up = hard work...sometimes from running your ass off, sometimes from drinking too much. I wish you both on your day of birth.
ReplyDelete3:46? Pshhh. well I walked and sorta jogged maybe 2 miles in like 30 minutes. How's that for amazing??? ;) xoxo i forgot to hug you. sads.