Day 411 of the campaign.
iThink:
Bear McCreary, "One Year Later"
Dos Gringos, "Jeremiah Weed"
Bear McCreary, "A Distant Sadness"
WX at 1130: 51 (11) 39 (4) 30.03 (1017) SSE 5 RH 61
Odometer 4: 144.7mi
Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 158/176
This is perimeter run 79 and my last here in Afghanistan for the past 14 months or so.
Something is definitely not right when I'm killing myself to run a slow 9:00/mile pace and I've been having problems breathing over the last few days, something which I've been treating with albuterol over the last few days to little avail. I haven't done any PT in the last few days because of lack of energy. Today was a deliberate attempt to grind out a run and it sucked ass. When I'm running well into zone 4 just to run under 9 minutes per mile at the end, something is very, very wrong.
I was thinking to myself about something I was told by my old running partner, which is "you will not know how exhausted you really are until after you leave theater." I don't think so, actually. I'm pretty exhausted right now. Fortunately, I'm almost about to leave theater. I realize this because I have no patience for stupid motherfuckers lately, and if you move or think slow, you're going to get yelled at for being a leaf-eater.
There are a variety of reasons why I need to work in places where breaking things and killing people are the raison d'etre for the organization's existence. I realize that, after all this time, I still haven't outgrown the need to be around killers by trade, because I can't stand being around those who don't think that way.
Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:26 08:26 08:26 08:26 1.00
1.00 17:10 08:44 08:44 08:35 2.00
1.00 26:01 08:51 08:51 08:40 3.00
1.00 35:09 09:08 09:08 08:47 4.00
1.00 44:07 08:58 08:58 08:49 5.00
1.00 53:08 09:01 09:01 08:51 6.00
1.00 62:07 08:59 08:59 08:52 7.00
0.77 68:55 06:48 08:50 08:52 7.77
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