Slow miles...fast miles... who can really say? I'm going to log quality miles as fast miles. The quality miles today were a unique form of torture, also known as hill repeats. Glover Lane, Frontage to Main, 6x. 1st one 1:45. 2nd one 1:45. Then the gapping/gasping started. And the borderline hurling at the stopsign. How silly of me to try and keep pace with Jasmine and Cynthia. By the end, I'm sure I drifted to around 2 minutes. The last rise is a steeper section that took me from 90% effort to 105%, at least it felt like it.
If I'm going to be a runner, I need to act like one, at least occasionally. Workouts instead of aimless meandering about. This was another step in the right direction.
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