. . . 8, 9, 10, FASTER! 1, 2, 3 . . .
Nice slow run with Shana today. Thanks to the wonders of modern antibiotics though, I was feeling a whole lot springier though.
So I came up with a new game to play on the three hills up from beach level that we ran. You start off really slow, and count paces. Every ten paces, you go a little faster . . . and a little faster . . . and a little faster. By the time you get to the top, it’s flat out going for gold running.
I’m not sure if it’s the chest infection, or the result of a particularly ‘relaxed’ Christmas and New Year, but this was surprisingly tough . . . . but not while running. We’d get to the top of the hills, and then a few seconds later feel out of breath & puffed & flushed. Shana remarked that it was like doing vodka slammers - everything seemed OK, and then it suddenly it all caught up with you at once.
There’s probably a proper name for these - anyone out there done anything like this in real training?
- Type: Run
- Date: 01/10/2008
- Time: 05:26:05
- Total Time: 1:00:00.00
- Distance: 6 miles
- Average Pace: 10:00/mile