My training buddy David is good at flogging me. I was planning on doing a nice, easy 8 or 9 miles (very probably more like 8) just to put in some time on my feet before the
B&A Half Marathon next weekend. Instead he was cajoling and whipping and barking at me the whole way and got me to red-line run it most of the way, to finish up a workout that included some walk breaks at a pace unofficially 3 minutes faster than my 10 mile PR: 10 miles in under 1:49.
I can't say that I was thinking such nice things during the actual running part - more like I was just running hard to try to catch him so that I could stick a knife in his back and make him stop haranging me - but I'm glad to have it done and in the books. Now I feel ready to take on the half marathon distance again at next weekend's race and run it as hard as I can.
Happy Birthday David!! Thanks for kicking my butt!!
