“Scusi,” I said, my voice pitched higher than intended this time. The nurse asked me to rate my pain on a scale of 1 to 10. In the past, I’d been instructed to think of 10 as the worst pain I had ever experienced. On that basis, my pain was an 8. Signora, the nurse replied, shaking his head, if it were an 8, you would be unable to speak. I lay there, contorted, wondering whether the Italians had recalibrated the scale to encompass the worst suffering over the course of human history, saving 10 for saints who were beheaded, shot full of arrows, crucified upside down, whose bones were now enshrined in churches all over the country.
Progressing through the Hansons plan. Switched my interval workout from yesterday with my planned rest day for today - legs were a little fatigued from the 10 miler on Sunday when I ran on Monday. Wanted to give them a little more time to recover.
Target time: 6:33/mile
Splits: 6:33 / 6:32 / 6:22
Felt good. Really focusing on using my arms to drive myself forward. Looking forward to a solid week of running coming up. May be going to see Shalane Flanagan in the Rock N Roll half marathon this weekend on my day off.