Today offered an afternoon too beautiful not to mix in a run, so after I left the office, the first order of business was to grab a stretch and hit the road. After all was said and done, here are the stats:
[Air Temp] 44°F
[Time] 41:25 min
[Distance] 4.11 mi
[Avg. Pace] 10:04 min/mi (sad!!)
[Avg. Heartrate] 165
[Calories] 851 (based on ∑HR and my weight)
[Total elevation change] 149 ft.
[Nice bicyclists waved to] 3
[Un-nice bicyclists waved to] 1 (not even a hello nod! meanie-head…)
[Discarded roadside 40-ouncers counted] 6
One stat less conducive to bite-sized listing is the number of drivers I watched whose eyes never glanced up above the level of the steering wheel for the entire time their faces were visible. Those who’ve driven with me, and especially those who’ve asked me to identify street signs at a distance, know that my vision is pretty darn good – and when I see a driver looking down from the moment they come into view, until after they’ve passed me, even I don’t always believe my eyes.
Sadly, all four drivers I saw doing this in the space of forty minutes were probably sending or reading text messages on their cell phones – they seemed to be looking too far down, for too long a duration, to just be checking their speed or odometer. Further supporting my theory, all were relatively young – gray hair, Buicks and Crown Victorias (hallmarks of people who aren’t stereotypically text-message-savvy) were notably absent from the dataset.
Either way, I’m glad I got out for the run. I’m chalking my crumby pace up to the few steep hills that I encountered, that pushed me into a self-imposed “heart-rate cruise-control” walk after the ticker topped 175. With a flatter course, I’m pretty confident I could comfortably clear a 10-minute-mile, which’ll be good when it comes time to run in the Pittsford Triathlon in June!