Here is a brief recap of my weekend run.
This weekend I logged in 11 miles on the Longleaf Trace. Weather was chilly but not too cold. The first half was hard. I felt every stiff muscle, every twinge and was very tired at first. The first mile I kept thinking if I go back and go home no one will ever know any different. I would know. It’s my conscience. I would know and eventually my running would tell on me.
Anyways, I ran alone as I do 99.9% of the time. I like it that way. I can’t compare myself to others, constantly analyzing and picking my own run apart. Maybe one day I’ll be able to run with others again but for now I’m very happy with my set up. I run at the pace I prefer and I can get in my workout without feeling pressure to do someone else’s. With that being said I am left with the task of challenging myself. It’s way too easy to just coast through a workout and not push or challenge myself.
So as I was saying, the first half was slow and difficult. I felt everything and I was moving at a snails pace. I realize fast and slow are relative but for me it was slow. Slower than I prefer. So when I got to the turn around point, I stretched out and decided that it was time to shake it all off. I had devised a plan that on my long runs (not all) I would do surges for the last three miles to get my body use to having to push its self through the fatigue. I have to say, it went really well. It was hard and I wanted to quit but I didn’t. I had a plan and I was sticking to it.
When it was all said and done I felt like I still had a little gas in the tank but I was tired at the same time. That was a proper finish. Not too much but not too little. I ran purposefully.
I ran 11 miles and averaged 13:08 per mile. So slow. My pride would prefer something a little smaller but I’ll take what the body will give.
Today (Sunday) I did a 3 mile recovery run to shake out the stiffness and soreness. It felt good. The first mile I always have doubts. I learned a long time ago to give every run at least 2 miles. After mile 2 if I’m just absolutely miserable then I can go home. That’s only happened a handful of times. The first mile is always the hardest.
This coming week I have a 5 mile Hobble and Gobble race on Thursday and then a 13 mile run on Saturday. At first was going to race a half marathon on Saturday to use it as measuring tool. I’m still not sure on that one. We’ll see. I know, I should have decided already but I haven’t. I know I should. We’ll see.
I’m off to bed. Early morning of Yasso 800’s. I’m a girl on a mission!
Till next time…….Cheers!
Pictures from my run this weekend…….