Today I ran eight miles on the treadmill as: warm up for 2, then 5, starting at goal pace and getting gradually faster each mile, then 1 mile cooldown. I felt ok to start, then when I started the five mile descending pace segment, I was like “Seriously? I don’t know if I can do this.” But by about the third mile, I knew I could easily hang in there till the end. Somehow the miles felt a little easier to manage as I continued, although the pace was getting faster. Maybe I just needed to warm up a lot? Or maybe it was mental, and knowing that the more I ran the less I had left gave me a boost? Who knows. I started at 8:00/mile pace and gradually descended and finished at a 7:19/mile pace. I watched an entire episode of Mad Men and part of an episode of Weeds during the 65 minute run. 

Afterward, I enjoyed a tasty recovery feast  meal at the best, most authentic Chinese restaurant in Boulder.  You know you are eating extra good Chinese when you see that you are one of the few white people dining in the restaurant. I might have overdone it on the Dan Dan noodles (or maybe it was the twice cooked pork) but ohmygod it was so good.

After dinner,  I read my fortune and then ate my cookie. Dan reminded me my fortune would never come true because I read it before I ate the cookie. I looked at him like “What!?” and he said that every single time we have Chinese, I open my fortune in the wrong order, he points it out, and I make a “What you talkin’ about Willis” face. I have no recollection of any of this. Hence, (according to Dan) I make the perplexed face every single time.

So what about you? Do you subscribe to the bizarre practice of first eating the cookie, then reading the fortune second? Have you even ever heard of this?