This morning’s run was an 8K workout, intended to build speed and endurance. I did the same workout two weeks ago, and it was disastrous. So I had higher hopes for this one.
Off I went, feeling fresh and laying my light feet down smoothly. But I just couldn’t get going any faster than, well, than I was going. I kept my pace up, and my concentration didn’t flag through the middle miles, and yet I felt disappointed with my time at the end. Until I got back to the car, and augmented my oxygen-starved brain with a calculator: my pace today was the same pace which I ran for a whole marathon last fall.
So I’m back to disastrous. Keeping up the chase can be quite unrewarding, indeed.