So after Saturday's less than stellar run, the Coach suggested I use my two shorter runs during the week to throw in a bit of speed.
With 3 miles on the schedule, I was supposed to "do some of the miles" at a 9:30 min/mile pace today. Gulp. OK. I've done that once before. And it was totally unintentional. But I was willing. I was originally planning on doing this run on the treadmill, where I could just set the pace and cross my fingers I didn't go flying off the the machine. But a last minute message from Jess turned the planned treadmill run into an outside run date.
A short half-mile warm up and we were at the park ready to tackle these 9:30 min/miles. Jess just didn't want to die. I didn't want to die either, but I also didn't want my friend to die because it would totally be my fault since it was my crazy idea to do this. We got to this 1.1 mile long trail that winds through the park and we were ready to go. I had a bit of a Garmin malfunction. I forgot to hit the lap button, so the pace that was displayed on the screen was taking into account the slow warm up.
Silly me I didn't realize that. So I'm running super fast and seeing numbers in the 10s and thinking, "What the heck? I feel like I'm dying!" I realized midway through what the problem was. But still, the first mile? WAAAY too fast (8:57). The second mile went much smoother (9:32). We finished up with a short cool down.
Overall the speedier run felt pretty good. Comfortably hard. Makes me think I should try to do this a little more often.