The best pace is a suicide pace

Today was supposed to be an easy, slow-paced distance run. But Kenny and Clayton had other plans. Coach gave us a shorter course, and that was the beginning of the horror story that was my morning. We decided to go a bit faster after the first mile, due to the shortness of the run. The first mile was a 7:30, which felt good, the second was at 6:49, felt okay, then, everything changed. The third mile was very uphill, and I'm not gonna point any fingers, but whoever was setting the pace thought 6:25 sounded good. That was our third, very uphill mile. I died off the group after that, held 6:50's finished at 5.1 miles. Felt more like. A long tempo run, but, this will do I guess

Mile warmup. Ran mile to the HS for a moderate core workout. Ran back to the park on a longer route, 2.5 miles. Dynamics and went home. Ready for #tastytuesday

One of my favorite runs today, we did the flume trail. Time trials are tomorrow, though, so we didn't go as hard or as fast as usual. Mile warmup, than 2 miles uphill on the trail, and 2 more miles downhill on the road. Coaches had food for us at the end. Pop tarts and donuts. And some other things. Psyched for time trials, hoping for sub-17:45

Mile warmup, as usual. I was really patient today, which may have hurt my time a little bit, but it doesn't really matter that much. First mile or so, hung out in second place, then when we turned onto the canal road, I made my move into first. Held that for the rest of the race, but it got close. Not sure if it was Kenny or Clayton, but someone was breathing down my neck the whole way, pushed me pretty hard. Felt like less than 3 miles, but it's been measured so the time's legit. S/O to Austin and Mason for not getting burnt alive, and for taking time off to come watch me race. Ready for highland on Thursday.