With all of the marathon excitement and Bruce idolatry, it hasn't come up that my running is going very well lately as I train for an early June half-marathon, where I want to break 1:40 (PR is 1:43). Last weekend on my 14-mile long run, I was supposed to run the last 2 miles at half-marathon pace (7:37), and I ran them in 7:15 and 7:19. It wasn't exactly a cake walk--more of a souffle walk (because souffle is really hard to make--get it? I know, groan). But I did it.
Wednesday was track for 10 x 600, which I kind of nailed, averaging a 7:28 pace for the whole shebang. Another 10k PR, possibly fueled by adrenaline from the dogs people were allowing to run free on the track. I haven't read the book on track etiquette, but I'm fairly certain that's a no-no. I am generally an animal lover, but nothing makes me want to kick an animal like seeing one charge across the infield towards my bare legs. (I didn't kick the dog, in case you're wondering.)
I needed to get my long run in before the weekend, so I ran it this morning. Two 7-mile loops, which is not usually my thing, but today I'd give it a go. I'm typically an out-and-back kinda girl, or a one-big-loop sorta girl, because I always worry I'll get to my house and just pack it in halfway through. But today, the two loops worked for me.
I ran my first 7 miles, remembering too late that split shorts on a windy day are not the best plan when utility workers are out and about trimming trees. Oh, well. A nice mid-morning treat for the fine men in hard hats.
Got back home, took my Roctane and water, and away we run for the second loop. I took the first 4 miles casually so I could save my energy for doing the final three in 7:37s. When I picked it up at the end of mile 11, I knew I had this pace in me.
Mile 12: 7:11
Mile 13: 7:15
Mile 14: 7:11
Overall average: 8:07
Training is good for me, as long as I can sustain the effort and my body can take what I'm putting it through. I need this right now, the dependability of going out there and going strong.