Tempo Run with an Empty Tank

Coming off my Sicky McSickerness I decided to do my 8 mile tempo run with 6 miles at 8:05-8:15 pace.  My stomach was no longer a jumbled mess, but my throat was still screaming.  I figured it was going to scream whether I was on the couch watching tv or out running, so I chose to head out the door to save my sanity.  I was actually pleasantly surprised at how good I felt considering I had barely eaten (and kept down) any solid food for two days, but the cooler temps helped big time.  I put in my warm up mile, and while doing so, some dude screamed out, "on your left!" as he was passing me on foot.  Oh no he di-n't.  As soon as my warm up mile was done, it was go time.  Operation:  pass smug runner dude.  And success.

1.  7:48 (oops catch + pass smug dude = too fast)
2.  8:05  perfect-o.  I could run this pace forever.  (did I really just think that?!?!)
3.  8:16
4.  8:27  death.  slowly setting in.
5.  8:31  hold me.

During the 4th or 5th tempo mile I got to calculating my daily calories.... somewhere in the neighborhood of 400-500 (since I hadn't been able to keep anything down until late afternoon).  Uh... no wonder you're on E (not the party/rave/glowstick E, or the trashy celeb gossip channel E! but out of gas E).  I decided to just slog through a slow 2 mile cool down instead of attempting another poopy doopy tempo mile.

I did 8 miles in 1:11:57 for a pace of 8:57.  Avg. tempo pace = 8:13.  What?!?!?!  So I apparently failed to do the math on that until now.  I guess I hit my goal pace then even with the sucktastic miles.  Thank you smug runner guy for being my rabbit.

Friday night one of my co-workers got married and I took no short of one million photos of one of my other co-worker's baby.  I also took a pic with my office (ex) hubby, for Lauren, but we both look like FREAKS so I will spare the world wide web of those.  :)