I have never been fast. I doubt I will ever be fast. But one of my running goals this year is to run a mile in under 8 minutes. (Yeah, I know a lot of people for whom that is an easy pace. But I have to remember to run my own race.)
I walked briskly to the track, then finished warming up with a slow trot around the track, and then started my watch and took off running.
Lap one:
Boy, it sure is cold. Maybe I should have warmed up more. My legs feel heavy.
Lap two:
This was a dumb idea. Not sure I can run a mile today. Whine.
Lap three:
Pant. Wheeze. Whimper. Why is this so hard today?
Lap four:
Leave nothing in the tank. But don't throw up.
9:08.
Not super consistent, split-wise, but I was pleased that my last lap was my fastest.
I have a long way to go to drop over a minute off my time, but at least I know where I am starting!
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