We headed out on a group run this afternoon, the hubby by my side pushing my son who was grasping his new soccer ball. Our plan was to get in a few good miles, then stop at a field and let my son play for a while. And while that is what happened, the pace we ended up running was neither planned or expected. I ran the first mile fairly pedestrian (9:14), then picked it up for the second mile (8:30), then really picked it up for the next .6 (7:45 pace), rounding out the third mile with an 8:39. We had reached the playing field by this point, so we let my son run around for a while, then ran the last mile home at a 9:26. You just have to love a good tempo run and the benefit it bestows, like fiber-rich food.
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