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.