I headed up Emigration but didn't get out until 9:00 (had to wait for Brooke to return from her long run), so I competed with about a million cyclists and a couple of car/motorcycle clubs that seem to like the way their souped-up engine noise pierces the stillness of the canyon. Although the temperature felt hot (I should have brought water) and I was nearly rammed into the guardrail by a few novices in spandex, the run went relatively well. Splits on the descent were:
Mile 7: 5:41
Mile 8: 5:57
Mile 9: 5:52
Mile 10: 6:00
Mile 11: 5:52
Mile 12: 5:44
I was a little disappointed that the pace wasn't a little more consistent and a little faster, I can feel myself growing stronger. It's going to take some work, though, to make 5:40 feel sustainable for 26.2. Good thing I have all summer to devote to it. |