Yesterday I finished off another 20-mile week. Another sockless long run. Another easy run at a surprisingly fast pace. And surprisingly, another mile more than I had planned.
Sunday's run was meant to be an eight-miler. I was cruising along at nine minutes per mile through one of the Cleveland Metro Parks. It is rare for that pace to feel effortless, but it did.
The parkway is marked every half-mile and I knew my turnaround was approaching. Any minute now, I thought. Can't be too much farther.
The temperature was in the high 50s with sunny skies. Perfect for a long run.
I finally saw a mile marker post approaching. When I saw that it was a half-mile too far, I could only chuckle.
On the way back, I spotted my intended turnaround point. It was a bit obscured by a bush from the other direction. Certainly not invisible.
I wasn't sure if I could hold on to my easily fast pace for an extra mile, but I did so with a negative split of a minute and 20 seconds and an average pace 0f 8:52 per mile.
Another great run for a solid 25-mile week.
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And nice job on the run! Sounds like a great week!
seems like you are looking good for the upcoming 5K challenge, and nice extra mile.
I'd make fun of you for accidentally running further than you intended, but I've done it myself on at least one occasion.
good job viper. i wish my long run was in the 50's. i had 90 deg heat for 18 miles. gawd it was tough.
It was nice weather yesterday, wasn't it? I did 8 miles with my dad as my final tuneup for Cleveland. We saw a couple of ducks having duck sex by the side of the road. I was almost crippled by embarrassment.
I've done the "oops I just ran farther than I should have" thing before. I like it.
In order to balance out the universe, I'm going to run less than I planned.
Good job!
Nice! Chuckling, instead of cursing, at running an extra mile-- you must have been feeling good.
I've overshot by a mile before on a run, but I ended up in pricker bushes and pissing off a herd of cattle. Never a good combo.
Good job on the run. I still hope Mike wins though. :)
Nice job! 50s is definitely the perfect running temp. For me, though, that means winter.
Great pace!
Sweet! Sounds like a great run. :-)
always nice to be going faster! I miss that...but I suppose you have to run to actually get faster ;)
If you keep knocking out these easy feeling negative splitters, maybe you ought to kick up the training a notch!? Shouldn't be that easy. Start approaching the puke threshold.
50 degrees in the Midwest? You sure you weren't distracted by some pale skin out and about, rather than an 'obscured mile marker?'
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