Last night's run, 5, 3/4 mile repeats with a 1/4 recovery between each... I gotta tell ya, I was flyin'! At least it felt that way. It wasn't until the 4th repeat that I was starting to feel it, but still, I just felt strong. I felt fast. Could I be, (have a seat, this could be big) getting stronger?!
(cue the 2001 Space Odyssey theme)
Last night, I took my life into my own hands and ran on the road, in the fog, and ran 5 miles in 37:24. It averages out to 7:29/mile with an average heart rate of 156/bpm.
Now for those of you who run, and run like the wind, those numbers will be, less than impressive. But for me? The Red Kenyan? The guy with cheeto legs? Those numbers represent not the next great thing in marathoning but something smaller, less perceptible. It's there if you look closely... little closer still. There it is: Progress. BOOYA! Yup, it's not big, it doesn't have Haile Gebrselassie (world record holder in the marathon) shaking in his skips or anything, but it does prove to me that hard work and patience will be rewarded.
I just returned from my easy One Hour Run this morning, and damn if I didn't feel good, again. I'm probably jinxing myself on this, but I did feel good. I ran 7.30 miles with an average of 8:28/mile, and 148/bpm heart rate.