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3.1 6 miles easy in 44 minutes on treadmill at 2% incline.
3.2 4 miles AM on treadmill at 2% incline in 28:33. 7 miles easy outside around New Castle.
3.3 4 miles easy AM on Treadmill at 2% incline. 13 miles PM. 2 mile warm up, then 10 mile tempo in 56:56 on treadmill at 2% incline. 1 mile cool down.
This was a tough tempo run and equivalent to 55:46 (5:34 pace) out on the track. I did the same workout in the middle of January and ran it in 58:24 with an equivalent of it at 57:05.
I am really improving. This was a tough run--I left it out on the treadmill for sure.
3.4 7 miles treadmill at 2% incline in 51:34.
3.5 9 miles AM outside in 70 minutes. My legs felt like rubber. I felt AWFUL--lol.
5 miles PM outside in 38 minutes--last miles was with my youngest son Duncan. I felt slightly better.
3.6 8 miles AM outside in 56:30. I felt pretty beat. Been a hard 3 months of trainin--I might need a recovery week next week.
4 miles PM easy outside.
5 miles in evening on treadmill at 2% incline. 1 mile warm up and then 1 superset of 2400 meter/400 recovery jog/ 1600 meters/200 recovery jog/800 meter. 1000 meter cool down.
I was shooting for 2 by 2400 meters with a 400 recovery jog, but I felt my legs giving out during the second set, so I changed it up.
My splits were 7:32, 5:01, 2:25, which translates to track times of 7:25, 4:56, 2:23.
I had nothing in my legs from the second I started running, so I am extremely pleased. I ran the second and third sub 5 miles in the last 19 years!
72 miles total for the week. ONe excellent tempo run and a gut check workout on sunday evening after already logging 12 miles for the day.
I logged my 72 miles in only 6 days.
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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