I went to the gym after work today intent on doing around five or six miles. My last three runs have all been less than stellar:
Saturday - 1.75 miles
Sunday - 5 miles
Monday - 1.75 miles
I mean, come on! Who the hell runs 1.75 miles! I'll tell ya who - someone being dragged by a dog who no longer wants to run anymore, that's who.
I have never been so happy to be running solo in all my life. The original plan was an easy five or six. But I was feeling good so decided to make it a tempo run. Mile 1 was the standard 5.7 easy pace. Then Miles 2 through 4 were done at 6.0, my sorta hard pace. By this time a guy had gotten on the treadmill next to me and was doing 7.0. I was inspired. I took the towel off of my display to see where I was at and saw that I was already in Mile 5. I had wanted to do Mile 5 at a faster pace as I was still feeling strong. So I did the last half of that mile at 6.5. I was so proud of myself. The time read 50 minutes when I was done with the five miles, so I reset the treadmill because I still had my cool down mile to do and I would be cutting it oh so close with the ten minutes left. I started doing my last mile at 5.7, but a really good song was playing on my iPod (All These Things by The Killers), so I picked it up again. "Cool down" mile was done in 9:33. Hehe. I could have let the treadmill continue.
6 miles in less than 60 minutes. Yay, me!
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