I was going to call this an “Ode” to Mile Repeats, but then I realized that I didn’t know what constituted an “ode.”
I have a love/hate relationship with these crazy things.
I love that they are only a mile long….but at .6 of a mile, the whole thing seems like an eternity.
I love that my Garmin shows a great pace for the first .3 miles…but things get tougher after that.
I love that I get to say that I did mile repeats….but only runners really know what that means.
I love that a lot of people do them on the track but I do them on a dirt path with hills…..but I do them on a dirt path with hills!
I love the intensity of the pounding of my feet into the ground…but my body isn’t a big fan.
I love that Jasper starts in front of me every time….but ends up behind me halfway through.
I love the 3-5 minutes of rest in between each…..but it is never long enough.
I love that my muscles feel like they are working hard and getting stronger….but hate that I hobble around the next day.
I love that I feel like this after each one…
but actually look like this…
Thank you Mile Repeats, for everything you are!!
