January 13, 2012 § 6 Comments
Until I ran my first half marathon, I had no idea that a split was anything other than a trick performed by gymnasts and very happy, limber ladies.
Splits have another meaning especially important to runners; they are the minutes it takes to run a mile (or a lap on a track).
I’ll be honest here, I’m not usually very proud of my splits. They are often embarrassingly long and slow; a true reflection of my time on the road.
But my splits from yesterday’s seven miles looked pretty good. Even with a turtles’ start, my last three miles were between 11 and 11.3; fast for me.
Is it possible that the missed runs from sickness and recovery have actually helped my time or was it the greeting by the sun that pushed me on to quicker speeds?
Tomorrow’s long run will be another test.