A clydesdale no more!

Started with 3 easy miles to warm up.  I felt very heavy during the warm up and did not think that the planned 4 mile tempo run was going to go well.  Started the tempo run and felt surprisingly good.  The first 2 miles did not take near as much effort as I thought they would.  Splits were 6:25, 6:26.  The next 2 miles were a lot more difficult.  I was really working the last mile to hold the pace.  Splits for miles 3 and 4 were 6:26, 6:25.  Very strange how easy the first 2 felt and how difficult the last 2 miles were.  Finished with 2 easy miles to cool down.

Had to start early this morning because I have to go to a breakfast at Ashton's school because he is the math department's student of the month.  Pretty uneventful run.  Highlights were: light snowfall (again); almost hit by a car whose passenger proceeded to lecture me about wearing all black even though I had a reflective vest that covered my entire torso; almost falling on the ice; smell of fresh donuts at Dick's bakery. 

Nice and easy recovery run.

Headed out the door and turned on the auto pilot for 11 miles.  Felt very comfortable during the run.

Easy recovery run.  Let the pace for one of the miles get away from me.

Another long run without a watch. I swear I am losing my mind.  Drove to Bountiful Blvd and once I got there I realized I did not have my Garmin with me.  I've run this road enough in the past month that I know where all of the mile markers are so not too big of a deal.  My feet were really slappy at the start of the run and it took 3 miles before I started to feel comfortable.  Got into a groove and the miles were going by quick.  At mile 9 I was almost hit by a truck again.  I know I have said that before but I was probably 2 inches from getting hit.  I was watching a truck approach a stop sign.  His windshield was completely covered with frost which was my first red flag.  A car was coming the other way so I assumed that he would stop to wait for that car and I started to cross in front of him.  Instead of waiting for the other car, he decided to ignore the stop sign and hit the gas.  Thanks to my cat like reflexes I was able to sprint out of his way.  I honestly can't believe that he didn't hit me.  I need to go back to being the overly cautious person.  Met up with Lora for the last 5 miles.  She pretty much floats up the hills so it helped keep the pace honest on the uphill sections.