Ok, let's be honest. Who was actually surprised when you heard that Billy Mays had cocaine in his system when he passed away during his sleep? Exactly - no one. I think that most of us did what I did when they heard that the Oxy Clean guy had a bit of a different white powder running through him: "Yup, that makes sense".
This guy spoke so loud and so fast that if he wasn't on coke, I'd assume that he was actually snorting Oxy Clean instead. There had to be some sort of pharmacological explanation for his unending energy.
That said, I actually got into his new reality show on Discovery. It seemed to be the only thing worth watching on Wednesday night while I was icing down my legs from one athletic adventure or the other. Billy seemed to be one of those people that could "sell a ketchup Popsicle to a women in white gloves", and I loved seeing the creative process.
Somewhere in heaven, I feel like there are a lot of people who have fixed their halos with Mighty Putty - and don't even get me started on how sparkly white their robes are now.
Had a great 5 mile 'recovery' run on Wednesday at 7:55. What? You say that recovery runs aren't supposed to be at MP+15? Dang. Well, I think that I must have had some pent up energy from my crap run on Tuesday.
The unfortunate part is that I talked myself out of my Tempo run on Thursday morning because 2.5 more hours of sleep sounded so much better than punishing myself with a tempo run. I was due for some sleep anyway. Unfortunately, this means that my Friday, Saturday, Sunday is:
9 miles with 6 @ 7:10 pace
10 miles @ 8:05 pace
20 miles @ 8:15 pace