Un-timed 5km time-trial after a 2 km warm-up. The point being to stay up against the effort (effort = 2 steps per breath) of a run from which I can quickly recover . In the old days I would have run 10 km but these younger days, well, I’m older.
As maybe it should have, everything in me surged and throbbed. The ups were powered, the downs laughed, the flats glided. Nearly like an athlete.
My running tanks are full. Legs working just fine. Great.
The tanks are not enough big enough to keep my ~ 6.10 min/km current long run cruising pace all the way. I know that. And no matter how I manage myself, by Camperdown I’m going to have to dig deep. It’s how I am this year.
Otherwise everything is working fine – head, body, legs, inspiration.
Now to get to the start line un-sick, with not too many cuts, tears or strains, with my champion-timing-chip.