Fast, fast, fast

I had a bad running day Wednesday. 10 miles in 8:37 pace with the last two miles averaging more than 9:30 mile. I don't know what the deal was. I've run 10 miles a ton of times, but I was feeling so bad near the end of Wednesday's run that I stopped near the end of Mile 9.

It was one of those runs where you wonder if you'll ever be fast again.

Today (Thursday), I was just going to do a slow 6-miler with the Luke's Locker group that runs hills. I figure that my legs are dead and I've probably plateaued from all that marathon training. But then, a few of the fast guys show up, Roberto, Blair, Dave, and, well, I couldn't help myself. I ran with them.

Here are the splits:

1 - 7:40
2 - 7:17
3 - 6:56
4 - 6:30 (slight downhill)
5 - 6:36
6 - 6:59 ("cool down")

It's amazing what the legs can do. I've got a 10k Saturday and know I will easily break my PR (44:25). I'll do an easy 4-miler Friday and the 10k Saturday to put me at 40 miles for the week.