Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday is a regularly scheduled running day and since it was too cold & too wet to garden instead off to the gym I went, after enjoying a Turkey Flatbread from Subway with a single Raspberry Cheesecake Cookie for dessert. This is an important point and wholly to blame for what happened next.
"Self," New Me said to myself, "Saturday we cut a full minute off of our time. We are under our May goal time of 19 minutes by a full 15 seconds."
Crazy Me replied, "Yes we are, New Me. And I bet you that tonight we can do better"
New Me thought for a second and agreed. "Yes, I believe we CAN do better."
New Me got on the treadmill and started off at a respectable 6.5 miles per hour, which equals 1 mile in 9:13. So 2 miles would be 18:26, which is a 19 second improvement over Saturday's time. New Me was happy with this progress. New Me got into the groove, hitting the 1 mile mark, and started to zone out to the music.
Suddenly New Me noticed that the treadmill seemed to be going a lot faster. “That’s strange,” New Me thought. “I hope the treadmill isn’t breaking while I’m on it. It did seem pretty wobbly when I started.”
Then New Me looks at the display. It read 7.0 mph! “How did that happen?!? Crazy Me! She did this to me! I am so going to kick her ass into the middle of next year!”
“No, wait, look at the display” Crazy Me shouted, “1 mile in 9:01, we can do it! We can hit 18 minutes, we can, I know we can! We can do this!” (side note…Crazy Me apparently channels Dora the Explorer) “Don’t stop now, we’re halfway there! I did this for our own good, you’ll thank me in less than 9 minutes!”
And damn if the bitch wasn’t right.
My actual finish time was 17:36 but I lost 6 seconds pausing and restarting the treadmill so I could take the picture.
Crazy Me is now going to be impossible to live with. I have already found several race flyers in my possession with little recollection of how I got them. Some are for 5ks, some are for 10ks, some are for half marathons.
Crazy Me is insane. To keep the peace I have had to appease her by promising we would move up to a 10k…eventually.
And this, boys & girls, is why cookies are evil…they feed the Crazy.