'Twas a chilly spell and the rains came down forever. Throughout the morning, I observed utterances of other Monsters who had run already, so that, just in case there was any chance of me chickening out, there would be plenty of peer pressure to remind me why we don't do that here.
I ran through shin-deep water in the drenched woods, heading toward the track. Partway there, after I'd figured I may have passed the worst of the on-trail lakes, I decided to do 5k in under 30 minutes just for the hell of it. I've only done this once (that I know of, that was timed). After all, at this point, I am long overdue to start converting the "semi-moderately-brisk-ish" 5k into an candidate for something we'll call effortless mastery for lack of more interesting term.
Theory: Ask at the right time, provide the right resources, and the body will adapt.
Off I went, picking it up, using the downhill to my advantage, still running through a lot of water but nothing over the ankle. Fortunately I'd remembered to grab a hat so the rain stayed out of my eyeballs. Eventually I hit the track, did a few laps, got bored, ran figured in some of the fields and sloped dirt roads all around the track, changed direction a bunch, hit the track again, etc. Driving rain or not, doing an entire 5k on a track would be both boring and lacking in authenticity. I ended up feeling quite well, not chilly at all, and was relieved that 28:54 was more of a consistent pressure than an all out effort.
My shoes kept getting full of water every time I hit the field. I am not sure why I like having lots of variables working against me at once, but I do. 28:54 doesn't work against me though -- that should be pretty easy to shatter a couple of times, anyway. Maybe I should do it blindfolded and in crocs just so I don't, god forbid, feel like a slacker.
~Downpour. Maybe 60 ish degree. Some hills/forests/fields and some track at Maran.
~Cascadia, socks, shorts, long sleeves, rain shell, hat.