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in the weeds

Tomorrow is the most intense treadmill session to date, kicking off at 8am. If you're unclear basically what my spring running campaign has been based on, I'm taking this supplement, Gametime, prior to my workout which contains a few stimulants, some protein synthesis stuff, artificial sweeteners, and some mushroom derivative that has yet to be fully explained to me. This thing is so clearly destined for weight lifters and their ilk, because it is lacking in carbs and sits kind of heavy on the stomach. I usually have to use the restroom immediately upon ingestion, as it triggers some digestive reflex, but otherwise I'm on board with it man, if it just came in more exciting fruity flavors. I need to get in a good one tomorrow and then I'm willing to basically can the intervals, because I don't really care about running faster than 4:20 mile pace, it ain't going to happen and it's pretty severe on the old hammys right now. I admit I like the treadmill though and I actually have decided that it's a valuable training tool, for incline training and the like.
I put in some easy running up on the grass track with Solomon, who is really keen on getting to the bottom of this whole training thing. He's a smart kid and it really frustrates me that he has to put up with the Norman North coaching staff, it's like a hazing period, if you get through it and decide you still are sane and want to run, than you can do it on your own or in college. Problem is none of these coaches are producing a capable runner, out of high school. These kids have such a long ways to go that further serious running is going to take a seriously committed and cooky individual. I almost want to start some team that would provide a sound, committed training environment and then just hit the roads and track unattached. I actually seriously contemplated quitting track numerous times in high school because I didn't trust my coaches or enjoy the training atmosphere, but poor little Scotty perservered somewhat and will live to fight the good fight.

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