Ever have one of those runs that feels like a total slog, but then it turns out to be your fastest pace of the year? That was Saturday's 30-minute fartlek.
The faster I go, with these timed runs, the farther I go. (No duh, said the Internet.) My pace over 3.2 miles was a good 25 seconds per mile faster than my next fastest effort this year. But, boy, did I feel ragged. I couldn't find a rhythm with my lightpole intervals. Pushing the pace felt like a death march.
The nice thing about these runs, however, is that I get to see marked improvement from run to run. My goal is to get to four miles in 30 minutes. I've never been that fast outside of a race, so it's a tough order. It's something to shoot for at any rate.
The weather has turned quite frigid in Northeast Ohio. Despite temperatures in the 50s during Saturday's outing, the biting wind called for long sleeves, hat and gloves. This week is supposed to be in the teens with a wind chill advisory that's supposed to bring the perceived temperature down below zero. That should be fun.
Happy Monday, teammates ...