After recovering somewhat from 20-miler number two, I did a fast three-miler on Tuesday.  Without giving it my all, I tried to see what sort of “push it” pace I could manage without an actual body to race.  I surprised myself the first mile by hitting 7:24, then nailing a flat 7:00 on the second mile.  I was really starting to feel it at that point and decided to ease up for a block or three.  I was worried that I was going to hurt something, since it had only been about 48 hours since the 20.  I picked it up slowly over the last half-mile and hit 7:26, for a very agreeable 21:50 overall.

I’m going to have to cut about 2:30 off that to beat Bosco and Steve.  Yeeha.

My hamstrings were pretty tight over the rest of the week, so I skipped my 8-mile speed workout.  I really don’t like speed workouts anyway, so I didn’t feel all that bad about it.

On Saturday evening we went out for a nice “little” 12-miler.  The wind was atrocious out of the north, so that’s my excuse for my crummy times.  Overall, I managed an even 9:00 split thanks to a final-mile rally of 8:08.  Right before we finished mile 11, Joy and I ran into Scott on his bike, and he rode with us for a few blocks.  “I could use the break,” he said.  I’ll give you a break, fool.

Tonight was a lovely, warm, humid evening.  Not so great for a long run, but good for another push-it 2-miler.  I took it a bit easier than last Tuesday’s run, but clocked the two at 7:44 and 7:15 (14:59 total).  That really surprised me; I thought for sure my second mile was going to be about a minute slower.  Guess it just goes to show what a warm up mile can do for you.

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