Back before I joined the Gazelles a few years ago, I used to test myself with a four-mile time trial on the trail. I remember clearly the first time I got under 32 minutes. I had been trying it for quite a while when finally one of my friends dragged me along, absolutely at the limit of what I could do at the time. (According to my spreadsheet, that was March 11, 2004.) I joined up with this group soon after that, but that was my first real taste of really pushing the limit.
I remember when I first started doing Gilbert’s tempo runs. Back in those days, there was even a five-mile option, but I was doing just four, and by the time I got to where I knew what I was doing four was the max. I remember seeing a few of the faster runners come back in 24-something for four miles and wondering how anybody could do that. It was just an unbelievable speed to me.
I’ve been getting consistently faster, and today was a breakthrough day. I showed up with my legs feeling perfect, and I decided to go for it. It was pretty cold outside, so I arrived early and did an extra little bit of pre-warm-up before the real warm-up. That helped a lot. By the time we finished the drills I was ready to run.
We started, and I took off running fast. No one was ahead of me. I heard steps behind me, and I ran just fast enough to stay ahead of them. I knew I could keep doing what I was doing. I never had any doubt about that. I didn’t look at my split at the first mile. I saw a handful of people on the trail, and I enjoyed flying past them. It was pretty dark out there. I actually slowed to a walk at the big dip by the 1.5 mile marker to avoid wiping out.
When I made the turn-around, I picked up the pace. It came naturally. I was amazed at how smooth and graceful I felt. I just decided to move my feet faster, and they responded. I finally decided to look at my watch after three miles, and when I saw the time I yelled out. I knew I had it. I increased my effort a little bit more. With the last quarter mile, I heard footsteps behind me again. I didn’t know who it was, but I picked up the pace a little bit to try to stay ahead. I could not. It turned out that a few really fast folks had started a bit behind the rest of us, and one of them caught me right before the line. I was thankful for the extra little burst of speed I got trying to stay ahead.
I ended up taking a huge chunk of time off my previous best, and I had a huge negative split as well. I did 24:45, with splits of 6:21, 6:21, 6:04, and 5:59.
I did a two-mile cool-down jog, and I got to reflect on the run a little bit. It seems that once I stopped trying to run fast and started thinking only about running gracefully that I’ve really picked up the pace! I’m just thankful I get to go out there and do it. I couldn’t imagine running this fast a few years ago, so there’s no telling what’s ahead.