Thanks to Piratebobcat for the term.
I had me one of those today, but it was totally on purpose. I paced my swimmer friend (she swims… me, more of a doggie paddler) again today for a 4.4 mile race. My husband ran with us, so we all chattered the whole way. I went to one of my harder yoga classes in the morning and had an easy run on my training schedule anyways. It was mid-40s and raining, but it was still a lot of fun.
I don’t know our finish time (official or otherwise) because I completely forgot to turn off my Garmin watch until we’d driven 4 miles away. My guess is that we did roughly 12 minute miles.
So, since this was my only race distance of 4.4 miles, it’s both a personal best and worst.
I highly recommend pacing a running friend. Or a swimming friend who is crosstraining for her major English Channel swim in the fall. Our race-ending sprint while loudly humming the Rocky and Chariots of Fire theme songs (with me doing bounding strides to mimic slo-mo… I’m such a card) was a highlight. A truly wonderful way to spend a wet January Saturday afternoon. *
*no that was not sarcastic.