I'm such a slacker.
A 10-mile speed drill goes something like this:
Mile 1: Warm-up walk
Miles 2 through 9: Alternate fast miles with walk/jog recovery half-miles
Mile 10: Cool-down walk
So the way it works out is that the last 1.5 is a recovery half followed by the cool-down. I figured I already knew how to walk, so I quit at nine. Besides, my car was right there and I had a hard time walking past it to get that last mile in.
I did the first two fast miles at 9:52 and 9:48. I was stunned! Who knew I could run that fast? [Quit snickering, WS!] Each subsequent mile was a little bit slower, and the last one was 11:26. I probably should have grabbed a gel pack to suck down halfway through, but I forgot, or didn't think I'd need it, or thought I was Superwoman or something like that.
In addition to being a slacker, I'm also delusional.
Mr. Shrinking Knitter and I will be at the hospital again today; there's little change in our friend's condition. His daughters seem to really appreciate our company and support, and there's no place we'd rather be.
I've had a couple of e-mails hoping Mr. SK will be taking photos at the race. I can guarantee you that he will not. His photography skills aren't good at all, and he'll be the first to admit. My daughter, however, is a pro; she'll be there with lenses and hoods and whatever else she needs to get the job done. And she also knows how to use Photoshop. Maybe I can get her to carve off 10 pounds or so before we post the finish-line shot. Heh.
Nine days until race day.