Song of the week: The Shins – Pink Bullets http://youtu.be/3XBabozrPGA
Break it up
I find it difficult to do my long runs at anywhere near a good training pace. Here I am trotting along at 6 minute kms while my competition is regularly training at 5km pace during their long runs. So I was quite interested in the following article, which suggests a number of ways of converting long runs into interval sessions by planning short rest periods along the way. Worth a thought? Check out
http://running.competitor.com/2012/08/training/the-importance-of-recovery-intervals-in-workouts_57100
I don't look back much as a rule, but this song by The Shins, which goes back a few years, is just brilliant.
There appears to be a pink ribbon, paper cows, and a feeling of loss.
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
My timid young fingers held a decent animal
Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short
But the days were long
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And finally fly apart
We had to cut them off
Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
So you understand less as the pages turn
Or a movie so crass
And awkwardly cast
Even I could be the star
I don't look back much as a rule
And all this way before murder was cool
But your memory is here and I'd it to stay
Warm light on a winter day
Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short
But the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
Drawn to the ground and an end to flight
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
My timid young fingers held a decent animal
Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short
But the days were long
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And finally fly apart
We had to cut them off
Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
So you understand less as the pages turn
Or a movie so crass
And awkwardly cast
Even I could be the star
I don't look back much as a rule
And all this way before murder was cool
But your memory is here and I'd it to stay
Warm light on a winter day
Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short
But the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
Drawn to the ground and an end to flight
Break it up
I find it difficult to do my long runs at anywhere near a good training pace. Here I am trotting along at 6 minute kms while my competition is regularly training at 5km pace during their long runs. So I was quite interested in the following article, which suggests a number of ways of converting long runs into interval sessions by planning short rest periods along the way. Worth a thought? Check out
http://running.competitor.com/2012/08/training/the-importance-of-recovery-intervals-in-workouts_57100
