A little speed

10 was on the schedule for today's run. Normally I would dread this day, the day of weekly strides but for once I was excited. I was feeling great as of yesterday, and I knew it was going to be another great run.

I head out of my house at 7:00 PM. I head uphill for about 1.8 miles. First mile passes, 6:58. Nice easy pace. I knew I still have time to recover so I kept it relatively conservative. Then comes mile 4 and it's at 28:08. I'm still on relatively great pace. I turn the corner on 6th street and I'm just a straightaway from the college. Then the car across the street rolls down his window. He yells, "Go Cristobal!" It's a friend I haven't seen since my freshman year. Whoa. I pick up the pace. I'm just lost in my shock of the moment. I arrive at the college and it's time for strides.

Every stride is faster than I had the last time. I'm doing strides in trainers yet my 100m are a second faster than last time. I'm feeling great.

I start running back to home. I'm a bit sore, but I still feel great. It's beginning to get dark so I decide to push the pace a bit.

At one mile to go I take off. Rushing home faster and faster as it becomes darker. I'm racing the arrival of night and the night wins. I keep going. Turn the corner. I'm still running great. I finish. 5:58 last mile. I'm still not tired.

Total: 10 miles
Week: 19 miles