Friday, March 30, 2007
Recovery and hope
Ran 5 miles yesterday at a good clip without foot pain. Guess I have recovered from the race. Gonna try to get a 15 miler in this weekend, which will give me the confidence that I can at least finish the race in St. Louis in one piece. Gonna keep the Brooks Addictions on the shelf until after the marathon, based on how they made me feel last Sunday. Who knows, maybe the $40 creamsicles will end up as my new race shoes.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Making myself do it
Just like running, gotta make myself show up to the page. So...creating two new blogs, one about the dogs, one about my boring life in general. Confine this one just to reflections on running.
Ran my 3 miler around the park yesterday, late afternoon. Horrible, horrible. Today, ran 5.3 on the treadmill in my new Creamsicle-colored shoes. Felt pretty good in those $40 shoes. Go figure.
Ran my 3 miler around the park yesterday, late afternoon. Horrible, horrible. Today, ran 5.3 on the treadmill in my new Creamsicle-colored shoes. Felt pretty good in those $40 shoes. Go figure.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Getting it done on a hot day
The Race: 30th annual Mercy Heart Mini-Marathon 15k (www.heartmini.org ) in Cincinnati, OH. There is also a 5k race and a 10k non-competitive walk.
The Course: Out and back along a scenic parkway, with some pleasant river views but no shade (on hot days) and no protection from the wind (on cold days) and no flat portions (every day). Always a challenge.
My Goal: Pre-race I am thinking a 1:22 would be nice. This proves to be more than a bit ambitious…
The Reality: Lack of training and a hot day conspire to give me a 1:28:52. Okay, at least it’s faster than the year when I was recovering from knee surgery, but it’s slower than last year and that’s not good!
What I bought at the Expo, where all apparel was 70 percent off and shoes were $40: A pair of Smartwool base layer tights, a winter running hat with ear flaps, a regular running hat in bright blue (I can’t run without my hats) and a pair of Adidas Supernova Cushions in Creamsicle Orange. Spent about $76 for all this stuff, not bad.
How hot was it?: I don’t know about the exact temperature at the start, but when I finished I saw a thermometer on a bank read 74 degrees. It did climb over 80 in the afternoon. When you’ve just come out of some of the coldest temperatures of the winter, it’s hard to heat-acclimate to 70-plus degree temperatures overnight.
I took the doggies out for a little walk around the block in the morning before driving down to the race, and I broke a sweat then so I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. I was already down to shorts and singlet so I couldn’t really take much more off!
Drove downtown about an hour before the 10 am start. It’s bad news to start a race at 10 am on a day when the temps are going to climb to the 80s! Went out for my warm-up jog around 9:30, perhaps a bit early but I was getting bored. I did two laps of one block, then two blocks of another block near the start, thinking all the while that downtown is really gross and no wonder I don’t come down here anymore if I can avoid it. It’s sad but it’s true. Even the Tiffany’s is gross. Bet they’re sorry they moved here.
Lined up with people who looked like me, for lack of a better idea. I guess there were pace signs but I didn’t see them. This year for the first time, we had chip timing, so it wasn’t going to matter so much where I started from. Took me around three minutes to reach the start line, which was the longest ever for me in this race. But, didn’t have to run around many people even though it was crowded, so I guess I was in the right place.
Last year I managed to run a fairly even pace despite the hills. This year I did not:
Mile 1 – 8:45 – hey right on pace but not for long
Mile 2 – 9:24
Mile 3 – 8:36
Mile 4 – 9:18
Mile 5 – 9:19
Mile 6 – 10:24, actually I forgot to stop my watch at mile 5 and had to figure this one out later. This mile included the little side stretch up the steep hill that they throw in just for kicks, and I was pretty fried.
Mile 7 – 10:17
Mile 8 – 9:38, I spot two people I recognize and actually pass them. The first is an old geezer who generally runs about the same pace I do. Today he is wearing an ancient red cotton singlet which I guess is a race t-shirt from maybe 30 years ago when this race first started. The second person is “tan guy who doesn’t wear a shirt and should” --- today he is without shirt, naturally. He beat me in that 5k a few weeks ago so passing him today is at least something. Since I am seeing these guys that I recognize from other races way back here with me I guess I am where I am supposed to be, and it isn’t just that I’m having an off day. They are probably thinking, there goes “heavy-breathing fat woman,” damn she is passing me! I am having a bad day!
Mile 9 – 10:01
Last .3 – 3:09, no reason to do anything more than jog it in.
Cross the finish line and some other old geezer shakes my hand, thanks me for pulling him along. I was unaware of his presence during the race. What is up with these old geezers?
Most disheartening thing, at least three times in the last three miles, various women asked me how I was doing and tried to say something encouraging to me as they passed me. Did I really look that bad? What is up with this? Look, when you’re going to pass me, just pass me. Especially if we don’t know each other. Jeez. They are lucky they didn’t get hit.
Okay, so my finish time put me 41 of 152 women in my age group and 442 of 1443 women---although due to some error at the time of registration they had me listed as “male,” seems to be a trend for me at this race since last year they did not record my finish time at all. Doesn’t matter since the age group awards only went to the top 11 women in my age group anyway. I was 1397 of 3038 runners overall. Among the women who kicked my butt were my Congresswoman (www.jeanschmidt.com ), she of the big mouth and diminutive stature, and another friend from my dog-training club, who just started running last summer.
Post-race, I skipped my planned cool down jog since the area around the finish was so congested and I just wanted to get out of downtown. So, had a banana, disgusting Quaker rice cake, tasty fake lemonade (did not realize it was fake until later), the traditional hot dog and some water and headed for home.
Was going to use this race to help me decide whether or not I should still go to St. Louis for the marathon in a couple of weeks. Have decided the unusually warm weather prevented an accurate judgment, so despite lack of training am heading to St. Louis anyway, for another five hour slog through my state number 26.
The Course: Out and back along a scenic parkway, with some pleasant river views but no shade (on hot days) and no protection from the wind (on cold days) and no flat portions (every day). Always a challenge.
My Goal: Pre-race I am thinking a 1:22 would be nice. This proves to be more than a bit ambitious…
The Reality: Lack of training and a hot day conspire to give me a 1:28:52. Okay, at least it’s faster than the year when I was recovering from knee surgery, but it’s slower than last year and that’s not good!
What I bought at the Expo, where all apparel was 70 percent off and shoes were $40: A pair of Smartwool base layer tights, a winter running hat with ear flaps, a regular running hat in bright blue (I can’t run without my hats) and a pair of Adidas Supernova Cushions in Creamsicle Orange. Spent about $76 for all this stuff, not bad.
How hot was it?: I don’t know about the exact temperature at the start, but when I finished I saw a thermometer on a bank read 74 degrees. It did climb over 80 in the afternoon. When you’ve just come out of some of the coldest temperatures of the winter, it’s hard to heat-acclimate to 70-plus degree temperatures overnight.
I took the doggies out for a little walk around the block in the morning before driving down to the race, and I broke a sweat then so I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. I was already down to shorts and singlet so I couldn’t really take much more off!
Drove downtown about an hour before the 10 am start. It’s bad news to start a race at 10 am on a day when the temps are going to climb to the 80s! Went out for my warm-up jog around 9:30, perhaps a bit early but I was getting bored. I did two laps of one block, then two blocks of another block near the start, thinking all the while that downtown is really gross and no wonder I don’t come down here anymore if I can avoid it. It’s sad but it’s true. Even the Tiffany’s is gross. Bet they’re sorry they moved here.
Lined up with people who looked like me, for lack of a better idea. I guess there were pace signs but I didn’t see them. This year for the first time, we had chip timing, so it wasn’t going to matter so much where I started from. Took me around three minutes to reach the start line, which was the longest ever for me in this race. But, didn’t have to run around many people even though it was crowded, so I guess I was in the right place.
Last year I managed to run a fairly even pace despite the hills. This year I did not:
Mile 1 – 8:45 – hey right on pace but not for long
Mile 2 – 9:24
Mile 3 – 8:36
Mile 4 – 9:18
Mile 5 – 9:19
Mile 6 – 10:24, actually I forgot to stop my watch at mile 5 and had to figure this one out later. This mile included the little side stretch up the steep hill that they throw in just for kicks, and I was pretty fried.
Mile 7 – 10:17
Mile 8 – 9:38, I spot two people I recognize and actually pass them. The first is an old geezer who generally runs about the same pace I do. Today he is wearing an ancient red cotton singlet which I guess is a race t-shirt from maybe 30 years ago when this race first started. The second person is “tan guy who doesn’t wear a shirt and should” --- today he is without shirt, naturally. He beat me in that 5k a few weeks ago so passing him today is at least something. Since I am seeing these guys that I recognize from other races way back here with me I guess I am where I am supposed to be, and it isn’t just that I’m having an off day. They are probably thinking, there goes “heavy-breathing fat woman,” damn she is passing me! I am having a bad day!
Mile 9 – 10:01
Last .3 – 3:09, no reason to do anything more than jog it in.
Cross the finish line and some other old geezer shakes my hand, thanks me for pulling him along. I was unaware of his presence during the race. What is up with these old geezers?
Most disheartening thing, at least three times in the last three miles, various women asked me how I was doing and tried to say something encouraging to me as they passed me. Did I really look that bad? What is up with this? Look, when you’re going to pass me, just pass me. Especially if we don’t know each other. Jeez. They are lucky they didn’t get hit.
Okay, so my finish time put me 41 of 152 women in my age group and 442 of 1443 women---although due to some error at the time of registration they had me listed as “male,” seems to be a trend for me at this race since last year they did not record my finish time at all. Doesn’t matter since the age group awards only went to the top 11 women in my age group anyway. I was 1397 of 3038 runners overall. Among the women who kicked my butt were my Congresswoman (www.jeanschmidt.com ), she of the big mouth and diminutive stature, and another friend from my dog-training club, who just started running last summer.
Post-race, I skipped my planned cool down jog since the area around the finish was so congested and I just wanted to get out of downtown. So, had a banana, disgusting Quaker rice cake, tasty fake lemonade (did not realize it was fake until later), the traditional hot dog and some water and headed for home.
Was going to use this race to help me decide whether or not I should still go to St. Louis for the marathon in a couple of weeks. Have decided the unusually warm weather prevented an accurate judgment, so despite lack of training am heading to St. Louis anyway, for another five hour slog through my state number 26.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Cavalier 5k
With nervousness and trepidation ---guess it's been too long since I raced! --- I made it out the door and over to the start line of my little 5k race today. Not as nice a morniing as yesterday when it was warm and sunny. Today it was still quite warm, temps in the 50s, but it was overcast, a bit windy, and there were occasional showers.
This race is a benefit for a local Catholic high school. This is just the second year for the race. The course is set up on a bike trail at a municipal airport about 3 miles from my house. This has become a popular staging area for small races, as it offers several organizational advantages --- no need to close any streets to traffic, a shelter area for registration/awards with indoor bathrooms, and plenty of parking. A crowd bigger than about 250 people might be too much, though, for the narrow bike trail to accomodate easily. Today there were about 150 runners, maybe another 50 walkers.
My goal today was just to get a data point on my current speed or lack thereof. I was hoping for a time in the 25s, but it's been so long since I've raced a 5k that I really didn't know what would happen.
Part of my nervousness was due to my fear that Creepy Guy might show up. I tried to dismiss this issue, telling myself not to let him spoil my fun. The rest of the nervousness was due to how fat I am, how slow I am, and my fear of injury and/or embarrassment.
Left the house around 8 am for the 9 am start. A small group had already gathered in the tennis center where they had set up registration. Race t-shirt is a very Irish kelly green cotton. I've stopped buying these now for all but the most special races but this time it was included in the registration fee. Returned to my car to read a few pages of "Marathon & Beyond" until it was time for my warmup. As I sat down in my car it started raining heavily. Bummer. I hoped it would let up before my warmup, and for the race start.
By about 8:40, the rain had in fact lessened. I put on the lightweight nylon anorak I had brought along and went out for my 11 minute warmup jog. About halfway into it, I thought I saw Creepy Guy running back along the path. Bummer. Anyway, couldn't be sure, and WAS NOT GOING TO LET HIM SPOIL MY FUN.
Returned to the car for a stretch and a sip of water, and then it was time to line up at the start. Saw one fast looking woman who could be in my age group but nobody else familiar. Tried to avoid looking for Creepy Guy. Took off the anorak and tied it around my waist. I was careful to line up in a spot where I would neither get run over nor have to run around a lot of people, as I knew the course would narrow fairly quickly. For this race, it meant behind the fast young guys and right behind the possibly fast young girls, but in front of most of the other middle-aged women and men.
We made a short loop of the parking area, and then hit the bike trail. After about a quarter mile, I started passing people, more people than I'm used to, but I didn't have to run around them so I think I positioned myself just right. After about a half mile, passed one tall, fit looking woman wearing an Ipod, who could have been my age (turns out she was). Got passed around the first mile marker by a young woman and a man who ultimately finished just ahead of me. Saw "tan guy who usually runs shirtless and shouldn't" (today, he was wearing a singlet) but I couldn't quite catch him today.
Hit mile one in 8:13, quite a bit slower than I had hoped. So, no wonder those half-mile repeats at 8:00 minute pace have felt so difficult! Then it started raining and the wind picked up. We were running into the wind, but at least I could look forward to the wind at my back for the second half. And although the trail is fairly flat, I think there is a slight uphill grade going out so it would be easier coming back.
Approaching the turnaround, I tried to count the woman who were ahead of me. I counted five, but I must have missed a couple because I ended up as eighth woman overall, and wasn't passed by any other women after the first mile. Did not stop for water, which is rare for me. Even in a 5k, I usually have to slow down and get a drink.
Mile 2 time was 8:21. Geez, a time in the 25s wasn't looking too good. But I was happy that I was out there running and beginning to get the endorphin rush that comes with a hard workout.
I was breathing hard, a lot louder than usual I think. I'm sure the people around me were nicknaming me "heavy breathing fat lady." There were two guys just ahead of me and although I must have sounded like I was going to die, I still felt like they were going a little too slow for me. But I didn't want to pass them and then find out I was wrong. And it was tough to get around them on the narrow bike trail with other runners and walkers still approaching us from the opposite direction. I did finally pass them, and they passed me again about a minute later. But, not too long after that, one of them had to stop to walk and they fell behind. I heard the one guy apologizing to the other guy for not being able to keep up the pace. So I was too fast for them after all. Haha!
I passed a couple more people in the last mile, but no other woman to make it a real race. Just wanted to get it done. Mile 3 time was 8:07, but I didn't look at my watch until later. Managed 49 seconds for the last .1, again no need to bust a gut with no competition at that point.
Post-race I immediately put that anorak back on and after a short walk, decided to go for a one mile cool down run. This was a first for me, as usually I just stretch a bit. But since I had decided to hang around for the awards, it seemed like a good way to keep warm and kill time. This little jog felt really good and I think I am going to make this a permanent part of my post-race routine.
I finished my jog and headed to the car for a bit, as it had now begun raining harder again. Debated how long to stay in the car, and whether I really wanted to stay for the awards, in case it really was Creepy Guy I had seen. Thinking that it would be good if it really was Creepy Guy because now I would know for sure I could do a race and he would not bother me.
I took off the anorak, put on a dry shirt, grabbed an umbrella and headed over to where I thought the awards would take place. Turns out I just missed them. By the time I found the right location ---back by the registration area, duh --- they were finished. Saw possible Creepy Guy just departing.
Back home, I have discovered from the results that I finished out of the hardware anyway, so it was just as well I missed the awards. Because how embarrassing is that, when you hang around, cheer for everyone else, and don't hear your name called? My final time of 25:29 put me 2 of 9 in my age group (award only went to age group winner), 8 of 56 woman runners (8 of 117 woman runners and walkers) and 50 of 150 overall. And...that wasn't Creepy Guy I saw after all. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? Anyway, it's a good thing I did the race, as it would have been really sad to take yesterday off when it was so lovely out, and then skip this race to avoid an encounter with Creepy Guy.
This race is a benefit for a local Catholic high school. This is just the second year for the race. The course is set up on a bike trail at a municipal airport about 3 miles from my house. This has become a popular staging area for small races, as it offers several organizational advantages --- no need to close any streets to traffic, a shelter area for registration/awards with indoor bathrooms, and plenty of parking. A crowd bigger than about 250 people might be too much, though, for the narrow bike trail to accomodate easily. Today there were about 150 runners, maybe another 50 walkers.
My goal today was just to get a data point on my current speed or lack thereof. I was hoping for a time in the 25s, but it's been so long since I've raced a 5k that I really didn't know what would happen.
Part of my nervousness was due to my fear that Creepy Guy might show up. I tried to dismiss this issue, telling myself not to let him spoil my fun. The rest of the nervousness was due to how fat I am, how slow I am, and my fear of injury and/or embarrassment.
Left the house around 8 am for the 9 am start. A small group had already gathered in the tennis center where they had set up registration. Race t-shirt is a very Irish kelly green cotton. I've stopped buying these now for all but the most special races but this time it was included in the registration fee. Returned to my car to read a few pages of "Marathon & Beyond" until it was time for my warmup. As I sat down in my car it started raining heavily. Bummer. I hoped it would let up before my warmup, and for the race start.
By about 8:40, the rain had in fact lessened. I put on the lightweight nylon anorak I had brought along and went out for my 11 minute warmup jog. About halfway into it, I thought I saw Creepy Guy running back along the path. Bummer. Anyway, couldn't be sure, and WAS NOT GOING TO LET HIM SPOIL MY FUN.
Returned to the car for a stretch and a sip of water, and then it was time to line up at the start. Saw one fast looking woman who could be in my age group but nobody else familiar. Tried to avoid looking for Creepy Guy. Took off the anorak and tied it around my waist. I was careful to line up in a spot where I would neither get run over nor have to run around a lot of people, as I knew the course would narrow fairly quickly. For this race, it meant behind the fast young guys and right behind the possibly fast young girls, but in front of most of the other middle-aged women and men.
We made a short loop of the parking area, and then hit the bike trail. After about a quarter mile, I started passing people, more people than I'm used to, but I didn't have to run around them so I think I positioned myself just right. After about a half mile, passed one tall, fit looking woman wearing an Ipod, who could have been my age (turns out she was). Got passed around the first mile marker by a young woman and a man who ultimately finished just ahead of me. Saw "tan guy who usually runs shirtless and shouldn't" (today, he was wearing a singlet) but I couldn't quite catch him today.
Hit mile one in 8:13, quite a bit slower than I had hoped. So, no wonder those half-mile repeats at 8:00 minute pace have felt so difficult! Then it started raining and the wind picked up. We were running into the wind, but at least I could look forward to the wind at my back for the second half. And although the trail is fairly flat, I think there is a slight uphill grade going out so it would be easier coming back.
Approaching the turnaround, I tried to count the woman who were ahead of me. I counted five, but I must have missed a couple because I ended up as eighth woman overall, and wasn't passed by any other women after the first mile. Did not stop for water, which is rare for me. Even in a 5k, I usually have to slow down and get a drink.
Mile 2 time was 8:21. Geez, a time in the 25s wasn't looking too good. But I was happy that I was out there running and beginning to get the endorphin rush that comes with a hard workout.
I was breathing hard, a lot louder than usual I think. I'm sure the people around me were nicknaming me "heavy breathing fat lady." There were two guys just ahead of me and although I must have sounded like I was going to die, I still felt like they were going a little too slow for me. But I didn't want to pass them and then find out I was wrong. And it was tough to get around them on the narrow bike trail with other runners and walkers still approaching us from the opposite direction. I did finally pass them, and they passed me again about a minute later. But, not too long after that, one of them had to stop to walk and they fell behind. I heard the one guy apologizing to the other guy for not being able to keep up the pace. So I was too fast for them after all. Haha!
I passed a couple more people in the last mile, but no other woman to make it a real race. Just wanted to get it done. Mile 3 time was 8:07, but I didn't look at my watch until later. Managed 49 seconds for the last .1, again no need to bust a gut with no competition at that point.
Post-race I immediately put that anorak back on and after a short walk, decided to go for a one mile cool down run. This was a first for me, as usually I just stretch a bit. But since I had decided to hang around for the awards, it seemed like a good way to keep warm and kill time. This little jog felt really good and I think I am going to make this a permanent part of my post-race routine.
I finished my jog and headed to the car for a bit, as it had now begun raining harder again. Debated how long to stay in the car, and whether I really wanted to stay for the awards, in case it really was Creepy Guy I had seen. Thinking that it would be good if it really was Creepy Guy because now I would know for sure I could do a race and he would not bother me.
I took off the anorak, put on a dry shirt, grabbed an umbrella and headed over to where I thought the awards would take place. Turns out I just missed them. By the time I found the right location ---back by the registration area, duh --- they were finished. Saw possible Creepy Guy just departing.
Back home, I have discovered from the results that I finished out of the hardware anyway, so it was just as well I missed the awards. Because how embarrassing is that, when you hang around, cheer for everyone else, and don't hear your name called? My final time of 25:29 put me 2 of 9 in my age group (award only went to age group winner), 8 of 56 woman runners (8 of 117 woman runners and walkers) and 50 of 150 overall. And...that wasn't Creepy Guy I saw after all. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? Anyway, it's a good thing I did the race, as it would have been really sad to take yesterday off when it was so lovely out, and then skip this race to avoid an encounter with Creepy Guy.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Pondering competitions
Yesterday I made it out for another good six mile run after I walked the dogs. Today, I am resting, although it is sunny and fairly gorgeous for early March and I would love to be out there pounding the pavement. But I am signed up to run a 5k tomorrow and I want to run it on fresh legs.
Looking forward to the race, although I am currently quite fat and hope I do not feel too out of place among all the skinny runner types. It's a small race, so a fatty like me will stand out more in the crowd.
Am also hoping to avoid encountering an acquaintance from a few years back, a kinda creepy guy who doesn't live around here but sometimes shows up at races in this area. I discovered that he was here last week for another race on the same course, so perhaps that means he won't be around this week. If he's there, I have to figure out how to handle it. Maybe he won't recognize me. If he does, I guess I can be polite. And then leave immediately after the race without staying around for the awards ceremony!
Long story about why I (and many of my close friends) think this guy is creepy that I won't recount here. I love to race, and I wish I could just look forward to tomorrow without this dark cloud hanging over it.
Today, also pondering some upcoming obedience trials for my dog kids. Looking at some in early April and late July up in Michigan that sound like fun.
Looking forward to the race, although I am currently quite fat and hope I do not feel too out of place among all the skinny runner types. It's a small race, so a fatty like me will stand out more in the crowd.
Am also hoping to avoid encountering an acquaintance from a few years back, a kinda creepy guy who doesn't live around here but sometimes shows up at races in this area. I discovered that he was here last week for another race on the same course, so perhaps that means he won't be around this week. If he's there, I have to figure out how to handle it. Maybe he won't recognize me. If he does, I guess I can be polite. And then leave immediately after the race without staying around for the awards ceremony!
Long story about why I (and many of my close friends) think this guy is creepy that I won't recount here. I love to race, and I wish I could just look forward to tomorrow without this dark cloud hanging over it.
Today, also pondering some upcoming obedience trials for my dog kids. Looking at some in early April and late July up in Michigan that sound like fun.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Back at it
I happened upon a blog by a guy who writes about running, and was inspired to access my old blog and try to get going again. Every day I have thoughts that I wasnt to write down, and then I don't. I don't write in my journal, I don't write for publication, I do hardly any writing at all except replying to emails and commenting on friends' Flickr pictures.
This is easy enough to do, so why don't I do it? Okay.
Yesterday I figured out that if I can run a sub 4:06 marathon at Milwaukee in October, I will qualify for the 2009 Boston race. I get a bit of a time advantage because my birthday regularly falls just days before Boston, you run the qualifying time for the age you will be on Boston race day (regardless of your age on the day you qualify), and the qualifying period always extends for more than a year. I guess every five years I will get that extra little five minute advantage. So I can run sub 4:06 at age 48 and run Boston a few days after I turn 50. Or I can run a sub 4:01 and run Boston at age 49. But let's not push it.
Anyway, I found this realization tremendously exciting, and was inspired to go out and run 6 miles faster than I have all year.
This is easy enough to do, so why don't I do it? Okay.
Yesterday I figured out that if I can run a sub 4:06 marathon at Milwaukee in October, I will qualify for the 2009 Boston race. I get a bit of a time advantage because my birthday regularly falls just days before Boston, you run the qualifying time for the age you will be on Boston race day (regardless of your age on the day you qualify), and the qualifying period always extends for more than a year. I guess every five years I will get that extra little five minute advantage. So I can run sub 4:06 at age 48 and run Boston a few days after I turn 50. Or I can run a sub 4:01 and run Boston at age 49. But let's not push it.
Anyway, I found this realization tremendously exciting, and was inspired to go out and run 6 miles faster than I have all year.
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