Today's lunch run started like any other. About 75 degrees but overcast and very humid and pretty windy. I was just planning to go out for 4miles at my normal easy pace which these days is 8:30 or so.
My garmin was fluky early in the first mile and didn't really grab the right distances but settled out by about a 1/2 mile in.
For the first mile I was just running. Started out creaky as I do every day but somewhere along the way I realized I was flying and it was easy. Like I was coasting. When my watch beeped at one mile I just kept it up enjoying the feeling.
Mile one to two: Still feeling good with only a little effort. My pace was hovering around 7min/mile plus or minus and I couldn't believe it. Along the way, I started to wonder what would happen if I pushed it for a mile. The watch beeped at the mile 2 split and I glanced down and my split was 7:02. WTF? That was by far the fastest mile I've ever run.
Mile two to three: I still felt damn good so I decided to drop the hammer as much as I could. I was working pretty hard and definitely was not at a conversational pace. My form, however, still felt pretty neutral and free wheeling. At the mile 3 beep I looked down and almost fell over. 6:34 minutes!!!!!
Where the hell did that come from? I gave myself a well earned cool down and headed in with a giant smile on my face.
End of horn tooting.