I ran the railroad tracks this morning. I did cut away and ran the "two trails" between Prospect and Parker Ranch but then went back on the tracks. I kept the pace as slow as I could stand it for the first 4 miles and then picked it up over the last 3 miles coming home. I was chasing some gal in orange shorts who I had seen at the turn around down at Sunnyvale-Saratoga Avenue. She just kept pulling away and I realized that even if I went hard, I wasn't going to catch her. The strange thing was that at McClellan she disappeared off to the right or left. She was too far ahead and I figured she had made a turn on "her" course. As I was coming down the last section of the trail I could hear feet pawing dirt in back of me. It was the same girl. I was veering off the trail and heading home and as I did she rambled past me at flank speed. Whatever effort she was running, it wasn't easy. I could hear her breathing. She was working.
My HR during the early part of the run was rarely over 120 but during the last part it was rarely under 150.
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