Started off with a slow 1/2 mile down my street. As soon as I hit the PRT, I picked things up to an 0:8:00 pace, which I was able to keep for about a mile. Then my calves just wore out and I had to walk.
Miles 2.5-3.5: Run walk run walk, etc. A little rough.
Miles 3.5-4: Something funny happened here. My calves relaxed and I picked. Up. The. Pace. Ran a 0:6:45 pace (somewhat comfortably, even) the rest of the way home. Felt very strong and surprised myself. I think that if I tried, I could run a 0:6:00 minute mile.
After the run: No time to stretch or do my usual routine, since I had a meeting at 9 am, in SLC. Sprinted through the shower, said goodbye to my family, drive to the station and was 10 minutes early for Frontrunner. Stretched on the platform, while waiting, until I noticed that a guy was praying? facing east. I stopped stretching, just in case someone thought I was praying east, also.
I’m 39 and apparently I care very much about what people think about me.
Encounters: Saw Guy Randle, who looked very strong when we ran by each other. Saw the girls with their dogs, down by the river, with some ducks. A man with a baby stroller was gaining on me during this run, which was embarrassing.