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Sunday was a big day as the weather was superb in central Oklahoma. Jordan and I had done some talking and planned to knock out a "special block" workout. I, of course would not be doing any of the uptempo running but opted to bike alongside to most optimally offer up taunts and sarcasm with his gatorade. Jordan mentioned having eaten shortly prior to our departure, which for me would have been an issue, but was but an afterthought for Kinley. I think he may have opted for the chupacabra chowder, which only helped fortify him. We hit lake Hefner to join Spenis and mobs of other fitness enthusiasts for the 9.5 mile lap after we legged out a 4 mile warmup. The lake can be exceptionally windy, but it was pretty much perfect yesterday, with a light lake breeze and a cloudless sky. Good work was done, for which I'll let Jordan supply the details. This workout is about running down the fuel reserves with a morning session, then coming back for more later in the day. I think it's a good way to sneak in a real big effort that's specific to the marathon in intensity and volume, without over-extending in one run, and therefore allowing for replication in a few weeks.
What I hadn't told Jordan was that Spenis and I had also done some talking and we thought that we might also insert a little adversity into the workout by getting him drunk the night before. We made the rounds, barely surviving our inaugural visit to the Bluebonnett, before moving to NY Pizza and finally to Blu. Spenis is notorious for opting to buy hangover inducing cocktails after we've already managed to swill a respectable amount of vinegar, luckily we were able to make it out before it got out of hand.

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