Sub Twenty-four

I ran three miles in twenty-three minutes, twenty-eight seconds. This breaks down to roughly a seven minute fifty second pace. At the same time, My first half mile split time was eight minutes, twenty seconds, so I was picking it up for the rest of the run. I do believe that's an all-time new record, running wise.

It turns out that running fills the void that video games filled, namely, the need to beat some challenge that involves numbers. This is somewhat scary, because it implies that if I became a mathematician, I'd be as happy as a duck in heat, getting it on with another duck. It also doesn't jibe with the whole writing thing, seeing as how that's as divorced from numbers as you can get.

Still, I'm now two minutes, twenty-nine seconds away from breaking a seven minute pace over three miles. Every so often, I'll throw up numbers here, partly (mostly) to brag, partly to remind myself that I am making some sort of progress. It's strange, I could easily go play a massively multiplayer online role-playing game and get obsessed over the numbers. Here, I get too tired to play for hours on end, but it's also keeping me from sitting around. Strange how that works.