Today's workout: 10 second argument x 8, repeat every 2 1/2 minutes
Honestly, I wish I would have handled myself better, and I even said as much to Kiera.
Me: "Say you are on the track, walk/running your dog with a leash..."
Kiera: "What am I doing on the track with a dog? That doesn't make any sense! Who runs their dog on a track?"
I continue with the story about me having an argument every lap and a half with this particular gentleman, who for some reason is intent on occupying most of lane two while his dog takes up all of lane one. Both are tethered together with one of those expand-o-leashes. ...And yes, of course he's wearing headphones. There's also a giant metal sign attached to the fence around the track and playing fields at the school which prohibits dogs.
"On your left", I call the first time, and the dog mercifully grants me passage on the inside while the owner ignores me. "Excuse me", I call back to him while looking him in the eye. Next time around he's ready for me, but as I call "track" again he starts to squeeze against his dog and move INSIDE as I'm doing the same thing. Harsh words are exchanged about "common courtesy" from both parties, and I'm left shouting back to him that slower-moving runners should move to the outside lanes when faster runners come through. This startles the poor guy I'm coming up on next, who jumps from lane 5 to lane 8. I apologize to him and give a breathless synopsis of my situation and he seems to understand my plight. Next time around headphone-dog guy is somehow running backwards and yelling about faster runners moving to the outside and we hash it out again (though he has moved over to lanes two and three at this point). I yell that dogs aren't even supposed to be on the track, but that either doesn't sink in or he doesn't believe me. The angry mutterings and arguing repeats roughly every lap and a half, and I'm stressed, hot and pretty pissed off by the time I finish.
This episode took place during miles 14-16 of my long run, which was supposed to be a marathon pace (with adjustment) workout where I ran the first ten at 6:50 pace and the last six at 6:20-6:25. After the first ten went well I figured I could run the second half of the six miles of effort on the track to collect some data on how I'm handling the pace in the latter stages of a run. The data below shows how adrenaline, impatience and surging blood pressure affects a run.
17.5 miles, 1h54m(ish)
10 rolling miles at 6:47 pace and 142HR, then 6:15(153HR), 6:16(157), 6:13(161), then three on the track at 5:54(168), 5:49(172), 5:53(172)
Sleep: 5h 5/10 (sore throat kept me awake)
Weather: 82 degrees, 59 dew-point
In short, I ran past the purpose of the workout. Afterwards I ran a mile and a half home, but what I should have done is run alongside this guy and explained my position. I should have apologized for raising my voice and turning it into a shouting match, as that's certainly not the way adults should behave. Instead I left in a huff, and he'll go home thinking he's right and that I'm an arrogant tool. Meanwhile I'll go home and google "track etiquette" and find solace in the fact that the tubes of the internet agree with me. No one wins.
Aside from failed track diplomacy, it was a good week:
Mo: 12 w/6x40 second bursts
Mo: 5 slow
Tu: 10.5 w/4 mile evaluation in 6:09, 6:18, 6:20, 6:17
Tu: 5 slow, plus weights/plyometrics
We: 12 w/6x40 second bursts
Th: 16 very hilly
Fr: 12 w/6x40 second bursts
Sa: 11 w/7 miles at 156HR (5:50-6:25 pace)
Su: 17.5 w/10 at 6:47 pace, 6 at adjusted marathon pace
Total: 107 in 10 sessions
I cut out a planned weight session and one double, which seemed to leave space for the increased time around marathon pace as well as the preliminary speed-work. Now if this sore throat doesn't turn into whatever sickness the kids have I should be fine. Enjoy what's left of the weekend.