Progression run. 7:52 am, 42° F, 69% humidity, winds 2 NE, overcast. Since I was meeting anyone to run this morning, I had a hard time getting myself out the door. I got up plenty early because I had to get my boys off on a young men's activity at 6:30, but then I dragged around for a while before finally heading out to run.
The instructions for my workout today were 7 miles, last 20 min. moderate (uphill, if possible). It is somewhat challenging to do a workout such as this where I have to estimate how far I will run in 20 minutes at a moderate pace in order to figure out when to start the moderate paced running. I figured I could go better than 2 miles in 20 minutes, but not a ton better. I decided to start the moderate part with 2.25 miles to go. I could have done it the last 2.15 miles because I actually ran the moderate pace for 21 minutes and 20 seconds. Oh well. I hit the lap button when I started the moderate part so that I could time it separately. Also, I was running at an increasingly fast pace prior to the moderate part, except for the last .75 miles before I started the moderate part. I think I slowed down in anticipation. The last 21 minutes were not all uphill, but there was a significant amount of uphill, especially in the first mile of that part. AP: 9:31. Splits for the easy part: 10:10, 10:04, 9:52, 9:43, 0.75 @ 9:55. Splits for the moderate part: 8:49, 8:34, 0.25 @ 7:55.
So here's something strange that happened last night. We had been in the garage working on bikes with the garage door open. I went in the house for a while and left the garage door open. In the mean while, it got dark. Then I needed to go to the store for something, so I opened the door from the house to the garage to go out to the car and I was startled by something big moving around in the garage. I couldn't really see what it was. I hurriedly closed the door. Then I opened the it again and looked and there was an owl sitting on the garage door. The garage door was open, so it was in a horizontal position parallel to and a little ways below the ceiling of the garage. I closed the door again and called my boys to come look. They looked and saw the owl but then it found it's way out and flew away while they were looking. My daughter was upset that she didn't get there in time to see the owl. I told my husband about it later and he asked if the owl had brought us a letter. It hadn't occurred to me to think of Harry Potter.
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