Meeting my coach and my gastric mucosa

I finally made a trip to Odense to meet coach Ole. I guess I had seen him before at a couple races, but I didn't actually remember what he looked like. Anyway, we spent a little over 2 hours working on running technique (by a trash can). We actually spent about in hour in a gym where I worked on things like falling and tramping like a horse. You tell me which looks better:

I haven't found it as hard as I thought to work the new technique into my runs.

 5k Prediction contest, anyone?
So on Tuesday I ran 4x 1.5km repeats outside (-4 C, very windy)
5.44
5.39
5.41
5.47 (strong headwind here)

 So let's just say (hypothetically) I felt like running a 5k... what time would these predict?

Gastric mucosa

In all of my hypochondriacism, I got myself an appointment to get an EGD (upper GI scope) and OH MY GOD it was terrible. I mean, the result was normal. But the experience was - I can't believe I'm saying this - but that same sort of panic feeling as giving birth. I actually started wrestling with the doc trying to get him to take the garden hose out of my throat. I swear it lasted an eternity, but they would probably say it lasted 5 minutes. I have a hiatal hernia. I knew that. But otherwise it looked normal and I can go on NOT taking my PPI meds. So that is great!