(Funnel cakes make good recovery food)
After landing late the night before from a weekend in lovely and exotic Arkansas, I decided to take the morning off of work and run instead. Rather than running on trails that are slow and hard to get to, or the treadmill (which is located AT work), I decided to run out my door to the bike trail a fraction of a mile away, maintain a comfortable pace for an hour, and then turn around wherever I happened to find myself after an hour. That happened to be 6.9 miles from the house, meaning I had dropped about 45s off of my normal cruising pace. Go me!
Curious whether I could comfortably maintain 8minute pace without going anaerobic after so many miles, I put in 5h at work and then started running again, polishing off a 24-minute 10k with relative ease. Normally, this is tempo pace for me.
I was too hypoglycemic afterward to find my way to the end of a sentence, but damn, I'm a stud.
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