OK, so I got in a few good runs over the holidays. I will be posting them on MyMotionBased on my Facebook account as soon as I figure out how to use that application. Mostly some 5-8 mile runs without anything noteworthy having taken place, EXCEPT, and of course there's an except, my Saturday run.
Saturday I left the house with the intention of a short 3 mile run then hit the weights and work on my arms so that I can one day stretch out the sleeves on a t-shirt. I took a route that I have never run but I was fairly certain I'd end up at around 3 miles. I took off at a 7:30 pace and stayed there until I turned left on Day Creek and headed down. I lifted the pace to sub 6 and was holding a pretty steady 5:50 for about 3/4 of a mile. When I turned left onto Highland the road turns up just a bit. I dropped into the 7's again but it feels so slow when you are running in the 5's that I probably, no definitely, pushed harder than I was capable in order to finish strong. So, I decided to walk down my heart rate to 150 since it had been pinned at 196 for a while. I know, I just wussed out and gave in to that wimpy voice in my head. To make matters worse, about a minute after I began walking, a young lady in velvet running pants passed by me. Have I mentioned lately how much I wished that I could not be some competitive ?
I walk a few more steps, glance at my hrm and it reads 158. I say, "No Chris, you were walking down to 150" a few more steps, glance again and it says 155, I rationalize that 155 is in the 150's and set out to catch Velvet girl.
Crap, she's moving kinda quick. A glance at my wrist says I am back at 7:30 pace and she's not reeling in so quickly. So I lift into the 6's somewhere and pass her by with a quick flip of the hand to say hello.
Certainly she was running so fast thinking that I was chasing her with the intention of harm.
Bear in mind, I have headphones on so I have know way, short of looking back, if she is following me. So, imagine my shock when 1/2 mile later I turn up Etiwanda and she is right behind me.
Now it's on. I know that I only have about 1/4 of a mile to go uphill before I can turn right onto my street and cool down, so it's back to 196+ heart rate-land that I go. Certainly this girl can't keep up going uphill. She's on the west side of the street and I am on the east. And she won't go away.
As I turn onto my street, now praying that she doesn't chase me and cause me harm as I don't know if I can outrun her, I tip a hat to her and immediately drop to a jog to catch my breath. Wow! That was one really fast chick!
Thanks Velvet pants girl.
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