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This doesn’t mean anything. I think it’s cool anyway. I ran my first five mile race today, the Doyle’s Emerald Necklace Race in Jamaica Plain. I planned to run at my normal pace without pushing myself because I wanted to see if I would have anything left in the tank for the final third of a mile. I gave myself four days off from running this week and as a result I felt strong and full of energy even near the end of the race. So as I approached the final stretch along Williams St. and heard the noise of the crowd I decided to go for broke and sprint the rest of the way. I don’t think I’ve ever run faster in my life. And the GPS data recorded by the RunKeeper app on my phone confirmed it. I must have passed dozens of people to my left and right as I neared the finish line. And for one brief shining moment I reached a ridiculous 4:09 mile pace. (My pace for the entire five miles was 8:45.) I don’t care that my fastest speed probably lasted only a second or two. Or that the stats might be lying to me. I finished fast. Ladies.

This doesn’t mean anything. I think it’s cool anyway.

I ran my first five mile race today, the Doyle’s Emerald Necklace Race in Jamaica Plain. I planned to run at my normal pace without pushing myself because I wanted to see if I would have anything left in the tank for the final third of a mile. I gave myself four days off from running this week and as a result I felt strong and full of energy even near the end of the race. So as I approached the final stretch along Williams St. and heard the noise of the crowd I decided to go for broke and sprint the rest of the way.

I don’t think I’ve ever run faster in my life. And the GPS data recorded by the RunKeeper app on my phone confirmed it. I must have passed dozens of people to my left and right as I neared the finish line. And for one brief shining moment I reached a ridiculous 4:09 mile pace. (My pace for the entire five miles was 8:45.)

I don’t care that my fastest speed probably lasted only a second or two. Or that the stats might be lying to me. I finished fast.

Ladies.

Running Early

This morning I slowly became aware of the sound of rain drumming on the shingles above my bedroom. I knew that I would be too busy to exercise much this weekend so I grabbed my laptop to see if the storm would let up long enough for me to squeeze in a run later today. The dull gray light peeking around the edges of the window shades didn’t look promising.

The temperature outside read 41ºF. Ugh. Any colder than that and I’d rather be wearing a pair of skis or skates.

The radar showed an image of New England blanketed by green bands of rain and a few angry yellow blotches of heavier rain. All of New England, that is, except for one tiny gap above the city I live in. It wouldn’t last long. And another yellow patch was approaching fast from the west.

“Umm… now. I’m going running now.”

I finally got out of bed. Waking up could wait.