7:43, 7:43, 7:38, 7:54, 7:51, 7:24, 8:10, 7:15, 7:18, 7:57, 7:43, 7:22.
I ran the mostly flat course from home to the walking overpass on south Legacy trail. It rained light and steady for the first hour. I'm soaked and cold. These splits include walk time so fiddle with my piece if sh## ipod shuffle that doesn't work properly, also to drink. I tried the caffeine tang. Mostly it tasted nasty, but hey, it's a little fluid. Max met me at 9.3 miles with some powerade, which 4 out of 5 people prefer in a blind taste test.
There were no bikers on the trail, but 8 other runners. I saw a dead, decomposing red fox, and two roosting eagles on Pages lane. Also a cow urinating with better pressure and flow than my garden hose. (not a euphemism)
Overall pace for the run was 7:40/mile. That's satisfactory, for what is supposed to be a long, slow run. By the end, I was feeling the belgian waffle breakfast, and wanting to walk. Well, I told myself, "You can do anything at any point in time for 10 more minutes." Thus, the 7:22 final mile, uphill. I'm feeling pretty good about the progress this month. I need to look back on last year's garmin stuff and see how I'm comparing. At this point, the Boston qualifying is achievable. 13 weeks to go. That's a long grind. It'll be tough to keep up the excitement and intensity. I plan to turn one short run each week into mile repeats, just to vary the workouts, and keep things interesting.
My feet are in good shape. The blister I wore and drained on Monday is completely fine. My toes look good, only one nail is coming off. | 