9am, 75 degrees and humid. Somedays I just have a hard time figuring out why I can't slow down. That almost sounds stupid, but it is my biggest problem. When I ran in high school I ran as hard as I could, everyday. No one recognized that I wasn't taking the easy days easy. I just thought that was how you did it, you worked, and worked. No one ever taught me the importance of recovery. And by the time my freshman year in collegiate track ended, I was burned out. So much so, that .... I qualified to run in the Division III Nationals in the 800 meters and chose not to run them because I didn't want to spend the extra three weeks training as the school year had come to a close! I figured if I could qualify at 18 as a freshman I could do it again. Never ran competitively again until last year. Oops. And again today, here I am again, back to my old trained tricks. I did a hard workout yesterday and what did I follow it up with? 6.2 in 43:40 (7:02s). The good news is that I recognized I wasn't able to slow myself down ... despite numerous attempts during the run to do so ... so I cut the run down from my intended 8 miler to a 6 miler. I'll go out tonight and try to do an easy 4.
6pm, 80 degrees and humid. So tonight I ate 2 pieces of french toast with peanut butter and syrup and drank a glass of water and headed out the door. I figured that maybe I could put myself in a position where my body just couldn't let go. It partially worked. I had hoped to hold my pace in the 7:35-7:45 range. I almost made it. [I just read this over and felt the need to comment -- ok, so I didn't really even come close, who am I kidding] 6.2 miles (somewhat hilly) in 45:17 (7:18s). Tomorrow I'm going to try to meet up with Nancy and a few of the women that run out the Webster YMCA on Tuesday mornings and run with them. That should force me into the pace I want. I'm really going to have to focus the rest of this week to taper properly for this race Sunday. I've been targeting it as a major PR 1/2 Marathon for some time.
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