This background in my math history brings us to today. Here's what was on tap:
8 miles with 3x1600 and 800 recovery jogs.
I had it all planned out. I would do a 1 mile warm up to the track then do my 1600's with their recovery jogs and repeat my mile back home for a cool down. Luckily as I was laying there last night
So, this morning, I headed out. Ran a few loops around my neighborhood then headed to the track... 1.5 miles. Did my mile repeats and their subsequent recoveries.... 4.5 miles. Got ready to head the 1mile back to my house but happened to look at my watch to see "6.08". Wait!? That should say at least 7 miles! At first I got ready to curse and swear at my Nike+ Sportband, but then realized there is no way it could be a whole mile off after such a short amount of running (most of which was around the track). So, I took off my mittens, pulled out my fingers and started counting. 1+4=5+.5+.5=6!! You have got to be kidding me! I still had 2 more miles to go if I was going to get in the entire 8 miles. Normally this wouldn't have been such a big deal but the only thing that kept me going on the last mile repeat was the promise to myself that I only had a short cool down left when it was over. Now, instead of heading home, like I soooo wanted to do, I had to double the distance of the return trip. Grrrrrr. I however wasn't frustrated with myself enough to short the distance so I ran the 1 mile bark trail loop by the track and headed home.
I already knew I struggled with math, now you know it too. I think in the future I'll have Dan double check my mileage plan before I head out the door (just like he should probably do when we play any game that requires adding scores).