The first mile felt abusive, too many days off. I slowly found my rhythm and hit the three-mile mark at 32 minutes and some change. Near the halfway point, I thought I passed Martini going the other direction. I turned around and kicked into 9:30 pace to try and catch him.
I closed within a quarter-mile, but I couldn't catch the runner who may or may not have been Martini. However, the extra motivation helped me finish strong at an hour and 51 seconds for a three-minute negative split.
I'm paying for the strong effort this morning. My muscles ache, and my left inner thigh has some nice chaffage.
This week we might actually see 30 degrees. How exciting. I'd like to get in 20 miles.
DRUNKEN UPDATE -- 2:54 P.M. -- Gchat with Martini:
Viper: Was that you yesterday?
Martini: Yeah, was that you?