So, last night Jeremy came in from his 7 mile run, tired yet bragging.
"Yeah, I ran that one a little faster than I wanted, which was stupid. I should have let my legs rest for our 20 miler this weekend. I ran it in 1:01."
Blah, blah, blah...
To which my half-joking, attempt-at-being-competitive response was,
"Well, if that's what you ran it then that's what I'll run it in tomorrow!"
We both laughed knowing that that wasn't going to happen. I just ran a new PR on that route last week which was 1:03:02 and I had no intention of pushing it any further.
So today I headed out on our normal 7 mile route. I decided I would try to push it a little harder at the start and see how I felt in the end. If I needed to slow down, it wasn't a big deal.
But to my surprise, I kept it up the whole time. Normally I start out slow and speed it up the last couple of miles, but this time I ran a steady, faster pace the entire 7 miles. While I felt a little uncomfortable the whole time, my legs felt great and I felt like I could have kept going. And my finish time was...wait for it...
7 miles - 1:00:15!! (8:36 pace)
BOO-YAAA! Suck it hubby!!!
While I totally understand this is not lightning speed, it is definitely the farthest I have ever been able to keep up that pace.
Of course when I told J about my new (faster-than-his) time, he explained to me that he actually had run to the second pillar past the bench that we usually run to. You know, the bench we have run to every time we have run this route?
Um..yeah... Nice excuse. What is this, the Presidential Debate?
Whatever, I win! Who's the maverick now?
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