I ran with Reggie.
She may be the death of me.
That chick runs too fast.
I KNOW. There really is no such thing. But there IS. I’m a slow bunny.
My first mile is almost ALWAYS an 11 minute mile or near. It’s that warm up…holy smokes why do I have to live in Aurora where everything is uphill dammit…mile. It’s not until halfway through mile two I start to really feel faster and ready to take on the ten minute mile and faster. I can get down to the 9:30 but I’m in no hurry so…why bother?
Yeah. Unless I’m with Miss Reggie.
That second mile? We walked up a hill. Yep. That 10:04 was with a walk break.
She’s gonna kill me yet.
So I’m not sure where she’s gonna get HER training in but my speedwork is totally covered.