After a rest day, I woke up this morning and decided to tackle my last FLRC Challenge course: the Sweet 1600.
After dropping the girls off at camp, I drove a short distance to the Binghamton University track. I’m still feeling sluggish from this past week’s training (115 miles over 8 days), so I wasn’t exactly sure how this was going to turn out. I walked around the track once to warm up, transitioning to a jog near the end, and when I crossed the start line, started my watch, and took off!
At first it all felt a little awkward, but about 25 meters in, my body relaxed and I found a rhythm. I glanced at my watch only a couple of times but fell into a zone and just focused on feel and maintaining that speed and accompanying level of intensity.
My watch read 1 mile after 7:54.8. I was elated. I’m back in the "7"s!
For months I have considered revisiting some of my old high school PRs because for awhile now I seem to have been within reach of several of them. Maybe it’s time for new PRs in the 1-mile, 2-mile, and 5K, only 30 years later! This Sweet 1600 was especially sweet for me, as it makes me want to explore these goals even more.
I completed this run with no vest, no water, no phone, nothing…and it felt good to run a few ounces lighter just this once. But that meant no photos! So here are a couple from the beginning of summer when my 10-year-old daughter Erin had asked me to start taking her running. We are now on the trails but started our training on the (flat) track. Unlike the photos, it was cloudy today, providing welcomed relief from the sun’s rays, along with the drastically cooler temperatures. But like the photos, I ran the mile in my Hoka Speedgoats!
After running the mile, I parked at the trail head on campus and went for a run on some of my favorite trails.
After the trail miles, I headed to the Vestal Farmer’s Market, which has hours on Wednesdays and Saturdays, and is set up at the Vestal Library. I was after more sweet corn, peaches, and watermelon (thinking of the Eddydale Farm Stand) but found some other delicious items. I bought way too many cucumbers from a kind Amish lady and her daughters who drove in from Newark Valley. No problem, we’ll make pickles. And I brought home sunflowers to brighten the kitchen table.