February is coming to an end and I'm on my way. I'll start my schedule in March and I can make do with it before; in terms of distance, time, content and frequency. This morning, before that occasion, we met with a colleague in the Zuiderpark to complete an interval training together there. The first ten minutes of “warm up” and then run at high speed for 5x3 minutes, alternating with 5x2 minutes of “active rest” and a 10-minute “cool-down” to end.

In the current schedule with the eloquent name “Ready for the Beach in 12 Weeks”, both the aforementioned interval training and a quiet 30 minutes were still open. After next week, I'm ready for the beach, now the weather. Today I first grabbed those 30 minutes and one man went to the banana in the park.

Fresh and chilly, completely without gloves due to circumstances, cold and a sharp breeze, the first five or six hundred meters are a bit awkward and desirable, but with some warmth between the layers and adjusted breathing, I'm already at the target time of 5:30 after a kilometer. Headwind decreases the speed slightly but at the same time motivates you to resist without bending.

Once in the Zuiderpark, another round around the pond to terminate the activity around half past nine and set up a new one. Nice and warm, now I'm waiting for my butt with some hip openers and heel and butt #runningbuddy for today.

Time starts and I explain the purpose at a wry walking pace. Next, a story about death. To. Tomorrow at the funeral. To. Peer. To. We're accelerating slightly, still within the first 10. canker. To. He grows up using fragmentary anecdotes and memories that we don't share, but he shares. The first three minutes are coming.

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