One of these days I will run a 7:38 minute mile*, but not today.
Today I ran a 7:51 min mile**, and I should be pleased, but I feel unbelievably slow. Being left for dust by wiry vintage club runners is disheartening.
I know that comparisons are odious and that wiry vintage club runners usually have a 5 min mile somewhere in their dim and distant past. I know that this time last year I would have bitten your hand off if you’d offered me a 7:51 min mile. I know that the focus of my recent training has been endurance not speed.
But tonight, none of that helps. So I’m off to find some emergency cute stuff to cheer me up. Stuff like this:
*Yes, there is a reason for picking this time. No, I am not sharing it.
**According to my watch. According to the provisional results, it wasn’t even sub-8. Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow!