And on the 23rd of March I discovered this thing called consistency.
I headed out after work for a 4-mile run. Now, it always happens. I start a run and my first mile is always my fastest. Not intentionally. In fact, most of the time it feels like I'm running slow, but then when I plug in Gus the Garmin, he tells me I was super speedy on the first mile and then just got slower. And slower. And slower.
So today I wanted to do something different. I didn't want to get slower throughout the run. Faster would be nice. But I'd take steady.
Turns out steady was the plan for today.
Like always, I took off and felt like I was running at a comfortable warm up pace. But when Gus chimed after a mile, I glanced down.
Yeah, not slow for me. More like speedy. But still, it felt good. So I kept running with the plan of keeping my pace in the area of a 10 minute/mile. And honestly, I didn't do too badly. Splits came in at 10:11, 10:14 and 10:17 with the final 0.1 of a mile at 1:07 for a total of 41: 42 for 4.1 miles. Not bad. I'll take it.