Notes
pretty relaxed for most of the way out. The last mile or so on the way out was very quick and then the first 3 or 4 on the way back were the same story. I probably had at least one mile in there that was 6 minutes. Part of my problem could be that I saw some pretty good looking girls out on for a walk near where I turned around so I saw them twice and both times I felt the need to run really fast when I was near them to show off. This is of course rather illogical because there is a really good chance they cannot see the difference between 6 minute pace and 7 minute pace when they see some fucking joker run past them. Either way I kind of carried that momentum through the next few miles and that led to me blitzing a bunch of dog walkers and families out for sunday nature walks and shit. Saw a few other runners and by that I mean joggers. One of them I had some respect for because I saw her twice and those times were about 30 to 40 minutes apart so even though she was going really slow at least she was out there a while. I can't help but think that for a lot of joggers they see me fly past them and they start making assumptions about what I am doing. Any jogger who saw me in the middle of the run probably thought I was only running a mile or two and used that as the reason for my pace. I wish there was some sort numbers that appeared over my head that indicated how many many miles I had done so far today, how many I had still left today, and how many I was running for the week in total.