A.M. Another easy day. Did a total of 12.5 including 6.5 with the kids (Benjamin 3, Jenny and Julia 2, Joseph 1, and Jacob 0.5). At the end of the run I noticed there was a guy that would end up about a minute or so ahead of me after I had turned around that was going a good pace. So on a whim I decided to chase him. It took about 1.1 miles, with the mile split of 5:23, and it included a quarter in 84 through the tunnels where I had to take the foot of the gas for fear of slipping and falling. It felt very good, I felt like I could run like this forever. So how is that that when I try this in a workout it is not nearly so easy? Perhaps not enough excitement, which could possibly be directing the finger of blame at the underperformaing adrenal gland. Come to think of it, I've had a hard time getting excited about anything lately. Not that I am unhappy, more like being too mellow.
I caught up to my chase target, made a police siren noise, and said: "Do you know how fast you were going? I had to run a 5:23 mile to catch you!" His name turned out to be Logan. And in good tradition of my Provo River chase targets, he of course spoke a foreign language - he just got back from a Vietnamese speaking mission in San Jose. Watching his form, and having an idea of his pace from how quickly he was coming to me during the chase, I decided to make a guess about his running background - 4;35 mile in high school. I was only 2 seconds off - it was 4;37. We talked some more. I hope to convert him to the true religion of being my training partner. A plug for the "true religion" - it got Jeff to 2:22 marathon, 1:07 half, and 29:33 10 K.