Tonight was a speed session. Four miles, two of them flat out. I had a similar session last week, and I missed my target pace by muchly-lots.
Tonight was a different story. Tonight my mind and body decided to work together. My mind started me off by wandering just as I started to cross the road. The result? A near miss with a bus and a shot of adrenaline that blew away my post-commute languor. My body then gave me the incentive to dispatch my miles quickly by, um, how shall I put this, indicating very strongly that I would be better off getting home sooner rather than later if I wanted to avoid embarrassment.
Apparently that’s a winning combination, though possibly not one that I want to repeat any time soon.