Many of us, myself included, were still reeling from the effects of the last interval. We crowded around the track's start/finish line counting the seconds until we'd have to take off running again. No one said much, but we all hoped to rest in perpetuity. Behind us, a storm of women thundered down the straight-away. "Good", I thought, "we'll have more time to rest before starting up again". Dave Wertz, who like others now had his shirt off, looked wide-eyed at the group and yelled "are you guys ready?" He wanted to start up before the women passed us instead of after. Wertz, an interval sensation, a man who can PR in a time trial, a quiet Swiss clock, asked again; "Ready?" Again, no one said anything but we all shuffled unenthusiastically to the starting line. The women drew closer. Dave's eyes were now even wider, like a lemur startled by a fossa. With his hand now on his watch ready to tap "start", he yelled "C'mon, we're going".
And then we were off.
I opted out of a morning run because I am beginning to feel the effects of all the mileage I've been running so I only got in 10 for the day. I was pretty spent by the end of the day. After a bottle of Guinness my eyes got heavy and I fell asleep.