I used to play piano. I took lessons and stuff for years. Then I played less frequently, because I had other things that I needed to do (also, I no longer own a piano, which makes it tougher). For a while I had a piano in my office but after a flooding incident, it disappeared.
Now I have a piano in my office again.
(Before you think that I have some crazy awesome upper management position with a piano in my office, let me assure you that I have to play piano on a relatively regular basis in front of forty people. So it's nice to be able to practice).
Today, I sat down and played the piano for the first time in a while. Some things sounded okay by the end (Brahms) and some need much, much more work (Bach, or at least it was a reasonable facsimile thereof at times). This reminded me of my run yesterday.
I didn't take the toy, so I have no idea what speed I went, but I'm pretty sure it was slow. However, I got through my 3M run with no major problems. It just felt sluggish. Much like my piano playing did. It was more of a Brahms than a Bach run, in other words: I'm lacking in the dexterity, but I can still do the activity with some degree of competency.
To have a Bach run, I think more speedwork will be needed. At the same time, I haven't done proper speedwork in a very long time, so that's okay.
I'm now extending this metaphor for marathon training to be a Wagnerian run. Makes sense to me.
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