Singing in the Rain

 

To be honest there wasn't much singing yesterday. But there was rain. Yes indeed, there was rain. A lot of rain. Five non-stop hours of rain in a teasing parade of weather systems that were an ode to all things damp, a symphony of drizzle, scotch mist, downpour, mixed with light patters and showers and all of it overlaid with grounded cloud banks of fog and mist. Oh lovely precipitation!

In short it was a typical winter day in Vancouver; cold, wet, and miserably gray. Temperature-wise it would have been a great day to run if we hadn't been soaked from head to toe, and dressed as we were in technical fibres, the slightest cross breeze snatched up every hint of body heat you ever thought of combusting. That combined with runners that actually and literally sloshed made the entire enterprise something less than ideal.

Jeff Galloway had suggested a very easy pace on Sunday and accelerated walk breaks. But Seymour was away on official government business so I was left to tend his little 4:15 flock. Also known as a pace group. We went out at a comfortable pace. At the end I tacked on an extra 8 or 9 K. In just under five hours I covered just under 25 miles at an average heart rate of 124.

Looking relentlessly for a silver lining, I did manage to note on my Polar that I had burned in the neighborhood of 3,500 calories, or the better part of a pound of fat.

My ass, well, my hips actually, are a little stiff this Monday morning.