7.25 I think, but it could've been more. I met Alex at the track today, he was doing his annual memorial day challenge(probably one of the craziest things ever. Every year he does some crazy workout. When he was 15 he did a half iron man, (last year(16) he did a full one) and every year is different) and was going to help me out with my workout before really getting into his(50X400m!) My workout was 6-8X400m at 58 to 60 per 400 with a limited recovery time. The first one was way too fast(56), but I felt good. The second and third were right on(58.9 and 59.0), but then I started to feel really crappy. I did a 4th in 60, but then I decided on a break before starting again. Well, it was more needed than I thought. I got a drink, then laid down and my heart rate was flying. After a few minutes, it didn't go down. I got up and tried to walk, but my throat and stomache hurt. I walked for a little bit, before throwing up a lot of gross stuff. After a while of doing that, I took a break and then jumped into help Alex with his workout. I felt better after 5 400s at about 1:10, so I just decided to finish the first part of his workout with him. I did around 14 400s after my first 4, at about a 1:09 average. Cool down with my dad when I got home. Good workout today, even if I didn't finish it all the way, I know I gave it more than I have in a while, so that was good to know, plus the other stuff afterward was good too.
PM-Later I came to help Alex with another section of his workout. He had already started, so I just jumped in with him without warming up. Not a good idea, especially because he then ran a 32 for his opening 200. After we slowed. We did 11 laps together, usually anywhere from 1:08-1:10. We kept saying we were going to pace a 1:12. After the 11, we tried to see who was better at pacing without a watch. I went first, and ran a 1:12.05. I was way surprised. Alex ended running a 1:04. He can't pace himself, but it was better than his opening 2:05 in the mile at BYU. After I did a cool down. Alex still has 13 laps to do, poor guy.
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