Paul, Dan and myself decided to put ourselves through pain for no reason other than to see how fast we could go. Sure it was to help train for the 5K and 10K coming up but, really, it hurts why do I do it? I do it for the PR, of course. Last night in preparation for today, I looked back at my old High School days of running (it was the only time in my life where I ran consistently...until the middle of last year). My 3200m PR was set as a sophomore in a whopping time of 11:32. So, my goal today was to beat that time by running 2x's 5:45 miles.
We (Dan and myself) started from work and ran an easy 2.37 miles to meet Paul at the start of a quiet road. After moaning and whining and prolonging the agony, I shut up and ran. Wow, it hurt. I love to run, I hate to race. All I want to do is quit. I hit the first mile in 5:32 and was all alone (Paul way ahead, Dan chomping at my heels). That second mile was murder. I stopped when my Garmin beeped its second mile.(5:53 for mile #2). Giving me a total time of 11:25. Fine, it was worth it to PR. My heart rate climbed to 186 with an average of 184 for the second mile. My max HR is in the low 192's so I must have let my head win the battle of the pain. I know that with some workouts geared towards pushing back that VO2 max threshold, I can do much better. I need someone to pull me along that second mile as well.
We ran back at a very easy pace for a total of 7.5 miles
Total Time: 54:32 (7:15mi)
Ave Hr: 161 | 