Yeah. That's Fast.

This morning while running, I thought I ought to time myself.

Because my goal is to run 10 minute miles.

I totally thought that's about how fast I was going.

Giving it all I had, my first mile was just over 11 minutes.

And by "just over", I mean 30 seconds over.

So, like halfway to a 12 minute mile.

I was pretty disappointed.

At least until I completed my second mile, which was just over 12 minutes (ok, fine.  12:35). 

And with that, my slow first mile kicked my even-slower-second-mile's boooo-tay.

Have I ever told you that my dad participated in a 13.1 mile race every year?

The last 4.5 miles of it was straight uphill.

He walked it.

At a faster pace than I ran my second mile.

The good news for today is that it was cold enough to wear my vest.

The one that actually has a designated iPod pocket that I've totally never used before.

And that means hands free running!

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They must be running army helicopter training drills right by the track.

When I got there, there were four helicopters parked in the middle of a field about 400 yards away.

When I was finished with my run, they were just taking off. 

Maybe tomorrow if I go faster, I can watch them do their system checks.

I kind of like helicopters.

Did you know I rode in one once in Hawaii?

I did.

I was sitting by an 80-year-old woman who had to hand me a barf bag halfway through the ride.

I didn't have to use it, but just her handing it to me was bad enough.