2.7 10 miles treadmill (2% incline) in 68:30.
2.8 3 miles AM on treadmill (3% incline) in 24:30. 8 miles PM in 57:20 on treadmill (2% incline).
2.9 8 miles in 61 minutes on treadmill at 2% incline.
2.10 2 miles warm up. 6 by one mile repeats with 400 recovery jog (2:20). I did this on a treadmill at 2% incline. Times were 5:19, 5:19, 5:17, 5:16, 5:14, 5:10--all of which equates to 5:14, 5:14, 5:12, 5:11, 5:09, 5:06 on a track. 2.5 miles cool down.
12 miles total
Honestly, I am so pleased with this workout. I have never done more than 2 one mile repeats before, so this was killer. The last two repeats were actually done next to Nathan Huppe who dropped by the gym and we talked the entire time I ran these last two repeats, which shows me my fitness level is getting to a place I have never been before.
2.11 10 miles in 71 minutes on treadmill at 2% incline.
2.12 4 miles AM in 27:20. 7 miles PM in 53:50. Both runs were on treadmill at 2% incline.
2.13 8 mile progression run on treadmill at 2% incline. 6:51, 6:37, 6:22, 6:09, 5:54, 5:41, 5:30, 5:18, which equates outside to 6:38, 6:24, 6:12, 6:01, 5:46, 5:34, 5:24, 5:12.
This means my last 4 miles were at about 21:56 with the preceding 4 miles in a brisk 25:15 for a total 8 mile equivalent time of 47:11. The first 4 miles were not that difficult, but the final 4 miles were intense--especially the last 2.
70 miles total
This was a fantastic week and i gutted out today's workout--both physically and mentally, as I have a lot of things going on personally right now that are not very positive. Either way, running is my haven--and so far, my winter is proceeding very nicely.
As a youth, I ran, yet I did not exist in a sense. 19 years passed. Today, I exist in one sense because I must run. Perhaps I run to escape the futility of my existence. Perhaps not. In either case, this blog, or whatever it is, will serve to chronicle my training as a runner, my development as a man, and ultimately my demise as a human, because all things pass, fade, retreat into the horizon--and while we run, as we run, the mirage that is the shimmering, glimmering future continues to assert itself just out of reach. And yet, as this picture up above connotes, it may still be beautiful. And so the question may be what is IT? What is it? What is IT?
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