Sunday, March 3, 2013

3-3: Sam (Allegedly) Goes for a Swim in the Sava

Posting again after a fantastic weekend full of good friends and late nights. I'd definitely recommend it.

Today was about as lazy as it gets for me, which of course entailed a run. I woke up looking out my window at one of the most brilliant blue skies I've seen in a very long time (look, it's a very gray city this time of year) and knew that I was getting up, getting out, and running imminently. Then I remembered that I had a paper to write. Oh yeah.

Pictured: Me, c. 9:30 this morning.
So I dug into that shit like a mole on crack and knocked it out around 2. SWEET. Going for a run, strapping up my shoes, find my watch, grab my MP3, and...

Oh, hi, host-grandmom. What? Bread? Oh, you already sliced it...oh...okay.

Now terrifically fed, I strode up to the #2 and got on, receiving bemused smiles from three girls and sidelong looks from 43,972 other people for my shorts and white t-shirt. No shame, bro. I think a few more got it when I started doing calf stretches the stop before mine. I jumped out at the stop and took off.

So: Across the river, to the left, turn around, past the first bridge, up the second, hang a right, cross the river, and done. Two miles--not great, by any stretch, but I'm still working on getting strength back in my legs. Here's the run:
Pictured: The gradual death of my calves.
However, those of you who know me know that my dear brother gifted me with a bitchin' GPS running watch a few years back. This thing is the tits for pace, mileage, time, all that--it's taught me how to pace, and lets me do out-and-back runs with fantastic accuracy. However, it seems to be having a trouble getting a grasp on the map feature:
Pictured: A short run and a very long swim.
Now look: I love swimming. Don't get me wrong. But I'm confident that this is wrong for several reasons:

A. A breaststroke in the Sava is not swimming, it's a chemical bleaching
B. That water's probably like...10 degrees. Which is possible because of the aforementioned chemicals that are, let's be honest, most of its makeup
C. According to this map, I cut a 7:30 m/mi pace through the water, turned around near the shore, and booked it back to the other bank, which is just ridiculous.
D. I don't remember diving into a fucking river.

Mainly the first three, though.

I'd drop some observations, but I'm not feeling terribly observant today, so...tough. I'm going to Kosovo tomorrow, I'm sure there'll be plenty to observe.

That said, I'm on the fence about bringing my computer, so if you don't hear from me this week, don't worry too much. Pretty good odds that I'm alive!

Srpski reć dnevni: Nauke (Науке): SCIENCE!

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