Last night I tried to sneak in my 7M run before the slight rain turned into snow. 34 degrees outside, but I still overdressed—the running coat was too much. Despite my promise to myself that I wouldn’t crank my first mile, and that I would keep it close to 7:25 to 7:30, I still ran a 6:53. Oh well, slow it down a bit and try to keep all of my miles below my goal of 7:30.
Finish time, 50:39. Average pace, 7:14/M. Spits: 6:53, 7:14, 7:17, 7:28, 7:30, 7:21, 6:57. Run done, snow begins. Nice.
As an aside, I was honored that the fine gentlemen over at Runner’s Lounge decided to take my question and, well…
December / 2013 Recap and The End
10 years ago
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Yeah... sorry about that. I got a little carried away, becuase let's face it a guy with the pseudonym "Vanilla" shouldn't be making fun of anyone else's chosen online identity. ;)
It was 39 down here. Positively balmy. Too bad I couldn't take advantage of it, but you know I'm taking a sabbatical.
If I HAD decided to go running, the Most Fabulous Jacket Ever would have kept me nice and dry.
You should have heard what Vanilla said that was editted out. He's got a potty mouth.
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