Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Someone Give Me a Gold Star

This morning I counted to 16, all by myself, and without losing track.  I did in fact finish kindergarten, many years ago, so this shouldn't be surprising.   But when in the midst of 16 hill repeats counting to 16 without losing track is one of the hardest things you can do.
For some reason when I get somewhere near repeat number six my brain goes all haywire.  Was that six or was that seven?  I wonder if I can count the down part of the hill as it's own repeat?  I'm hungry. Oh shoot, was that eight or was that nine?  Who in their right mind runs 16 hill repeats?  Hey there's a squirrel.  How the heck am I going to do 20 in a few weeks?  Fifteen!?  I am at fifteen!  Sixteen...I'm the King of the world!


  1. My brain gets fried when I do tough workout, so I have to make cheat sheets. It's sad, really.

    1. I was trying to think of a way to better keep track of repeats on the fly. There was a little bush by the top of the hill, was thinking of sticking a leaf in my pocket for each one, but then I got worried that I would inadvertantly put a bug in my pocket. I was pretty surprised that I kept track, 2 weeks ago I did 14 and it was a disaster.