Okay, it’s not an exciting speed. Hell, it’s hardly even counts as moving. But this morning Rob, Nina, and I did 4.68 miles in 52 minutes.
We’re getting faster.
Well, Rob and Nina are already faster — they sped way ahead of me for the final ten meters or so, damn their black souls to hell — but compared to the last minute-per-mile we had figured, I’ve started to speed up.
That’s one of my resolutions this year, by the way: to get back to a 10-minute-mile. One of the great things about fitness resolutions is that even before you achieve them, you already have the next level in your sights. A little faster, a little farther, a little harder. Do a trail run one year; hope to do it a whole hell of a lot better (or easier, or faster up the hill part, or whatever) the next year.