I smashed it today. 5 faster miles. Set off at a decent trot, kept waiting for my lungs to start screaming and to start struggling but it didn't happen, I ran the second mile quicker, and then the 3rd mile quicker still, even though it was up a steep hill. Some guy on a bike was inching up the hill and didn't know what happened when I blew past him, I matched my all time PB on the hill and then ran the next mile faster again (10.37 minutes). Fastest and fittest I have felt in a long time, no doubt down to all the lovely long runs I've been getting in. Firing on all cylinders today!
It wasn't without incident, I had to dodge an ambulance backing out of a lane, then the stoned bloke on the bike nearly wobbled into me, then I was going really fast and there was this bloke with a pair of dogs ahead of me, the dogs were on the grass verge and he was looking my way. Or so I thought, as when I was about a foot away he set off in the same direction as me and pulled both dogs right into my path. I only just managed to stop in time and yelled some obscenity, I think I upset the poor soul but if I'd hit there'd have been one dead dog and I'd probably have taken out the bloke as well. Not to mention my own injuries. Then there were 3 women 3 abreast on the pavement, no room at all, they could see me coming and none thought to move out of the way. One of these days I'm going to smash into someone on their phone or in a world of their own. Maybe I should get a bell and wear it around my neck π