Talking to my middle hermano I said something along the lines of "my comfortable race pace" and was immediately ridiculed. Rightfully so. Because race pace isn't comfortable, of course.
Last night I pushed myself on the mile repeats and ran my four fastest timed miles, 6:07, 6:07, 6:14, 6:09. I was happy with my splits, but made the classic mistake of laying up a bit on the third of four. But I have no room to complain, other than over the lack of comfort.
I coined a new phrase. Long runs give me "runner's high". Intervals and repeats give me "runner's nut-punch".
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