am--4.25 DI/Neighborhood Bushes. Another fine morning. By the time we finished, I was feeling decent. I'm not sure if it's age or mileage, but I need a few miles before I feel like my breathing and gait and everything else are all in sync. RHR--52.
pm--5.75 Pace and Form work. My left calf was a little twingy as we jumped into things--the CV work was at the beginning and end--but I decided to go and see how it would feel. Actually, I didn't think much of it when I started. Made it through the first set and the second set but couldn't keep on through the third set. I awkwardly jogged around the track until the girls were done and then called it quits for the day. Icing and rolling are in order. I'm bummed because I was feeling good today.
Also finished my 10th book of the year, Testimony by Robbie Robertson. Over the years, particularly the last few that I've been dabbling w/ the bass guitar, I've gained a great appreciation for The Band, a group that really felt their way through songs in an organic, unified way. I enjoyed the book for its protrayal of their prime years, even though it's fairly one-sided, and the early '60s-'70s in rock culture. A quote at the end, written about the few hours in the wake of "The Last Waltz," their final show together, reminded me of the end of an xc season:
"Many of our guests had hardly got warmed up. They'd just had a taste and needed to play more music. Impromptu sessions were starting up in hotel suites and various locations, but for me, my cup had runneth over. I couldn't play another note. I found myself sitting on the floor against the wall of the hotel banquet room as people came and went in party spirit. Marty joined me on the floor. We didn't need to talk; we just had to remember to breathe" (491).
I really enjoyed spending time w/ this book over the last week or so.
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