It has to be said that the inaccurately named Non-runner is proving to be quite a good runner. Over the course of the last 5 runs she seems to have developed some lung capacity and the new Audiofuel playlist has played havoc with her pace.
Today I loaded her up with my rucksac which must have weighed at least a stone and refused to let her listen to music. She still set a blistering pace apparently counting the 1,2,3,4 rhythm like the man from Audiofuel.
I struggled and in fact failed to keep up but still managed to knock a whole minute off my current km pace. This is no good thing. In order to achieve this feat I had to push my heart rate up to a max of 212 bpm which is quite an unsavory thing to do in the middle of a tourist laden mecca. It’s a miracle I didn’t collapse over the Thames.
Here’s a chart of our heart rates overlaid (courtesy of runsaturday), I’m the dramatic brown one vs the rather stable blue from the Non Runner.
I need to pack a bigger rucksac for next time.