I was going to title this “Final Week of
Running” but one thing I’ve learned is that I need to keep at running. At least
one run a week to keep my body used to the idea. I continue to have mixed
feelings. I love running, but my pace is almost painfully slow… maybe it is
better to not know the pace! Realistically, I probably am faster than in the
past; I just didn’t have a voice telling me my pace every mile.
Saturday’s long run was fabulous. I was
planning on going out on Friday, but pushed it back to Saturday due to rain.
When I headed out on Saturday I was fairly concerned with the wind, light rain,
and 47 degree temperature. After about ½ mile the rain stopped and I started to
warm up. Around the midway point I hit a super populated area of the trails and
it apparently motivated me! I started at a good (for me) pace, which slowed
until I got around people, then it increased pretty significantly. I’m curious
what that means for my half marathon, where I will be surrounded by about 9,999
other runners. I certainly don’t plan on a personal best, but I plan on feeling
good. Saturday’s run ended after 10.5 miles with the confidence that I could
have done another 3 miles without much difficulty. And nothing feels quite as
glorious as a long hot shower after a long cold run.
This week’s frustration came on Sunday when my
husband did his long run. He hasn’t been running much, and I don’t believe he’s
done a single mile in the past week. But, his pace was over 2 minutes per mile
faster than mine. That’s just not fair! I can’t even imagine what he’d be
capable of if he trained properly. Anyhow, my frustration is out of jealousy and
I’m pretty excited to see if he can get a personal best next Sunday.
Next Monday I plan on doing the fit test for
Insanity. It’s a 60 Day program that I’ve heard is pretty killer. The hubby and
I plan on tackling it together!