Today I discovered the secret to running. Sadly, I can’t tell you what it is. It’s a secret.
OK, you seem trustworthy enough. The secret to running is this:
I wore my sunglasses for the first time this week. They’re Serious Sunglasses, some big red things that came in a race freebie bag. Add a fright wig and a rubber nose and you’re set for little Billy’s fourth birthday party. Little Billy is 4? Where does the time go.
The result: 5.17 miles, 1:15.25 (14:36-133), my first outing to crack 15-minute miles and the first to consistently trot the straights while walking the turns. And it felt pretty good.
How did the sunglasses do it? I’m not sure. Maybe it’s a psychological thing, where the shades make me feel cool. Possibly the lack of wind drag on my eyelashes. Maybe they’re so dark that I can’t see what is ahead of me and I feel less intimidated. All I know is they worked. Best run all week by far.
Skeptics would point out that it was 15 degrees cooler today, making the run significantly easier. They likely are just jealous of my stylin’ shades.
Probably pushing the HR a bit much. Threshold on straights, recover on turns, but it felt OK and I didn’t die. Tomorrow will be interesting.
The future’s so bright …