doesn't mean I don't feel competitive once in awhile. They finally had pictures from my 15k race available online, and when I looked at them, I couldn't help but laugh. The last three pictures are from near the finish line and in them I look like I'm possessed. The reason behind the crazed look: I was running a reverse split and doing very well the second half of the race. From about the seven mile point on, not one runner had passed me, and I was picking off runners ahead of me one by one. At about the nine mile point, a guy in a red shirt had the nerve to pass me! I tried to pick up the pace at that point, but couldn't quite do it. After the final turn, I could see the finish line about 200 yards ahead, and about 30 yards ahead of me was Mr. Red Shirt Guy. Well there was no way he was going to make it to the finish line ahead of me, so I kicked in the afterburners and "sprinted" to the finish line and beat him. According to my heartrate monitor, my heartrate peaked at 177 bpm (using the standard 220-age to calculate maximum heartrate, that number is about 6 bpm faster than what my max heartrate is). Of course, the resultant pictures are not something that I am going to frame and put on my wall, but they did provide me with a good laugh.
This weeks training:
Sunday - Rest day
Monday - 5.2 miles on treadmill in 1:04 (It was 92 degrees in the hotel fitness room!)
Tuesday - 10.15 miles on treadmill in 1:58
Wednesday - Nothing
Thursday - Nothing
Friday - 10.05 miles on treadmill in 1:58
Saturday - 4.98 miles on hilly course around neighborhood in 54 minutes
Sunday - 14.4 miles on treadmill in 2:52
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