After warming up (and my stomach settling down), I was supposed to ease into a steady run. Unfortunately, I didn’t give much thought to it until out the door, when I suddenly realized I didn’t know what steady was.
stead·y, pronunciation [sted-ee]
(1) even or regular in movement;
(2) free from excitement or agitation; or even
(3) a person of the opposite sex whom one dates exclusively; sweetheart.
I have all sorts of “steadies”, there is the 5:45 a.m. steady shuffle (not so much fun), the enjoyable babbling steady ramble that Rumon & I get into, and I even do this little steady shoulder shrug that I try to pass off as dancing. In the end I dialed up the pace to what felt comfortably fast (with minimal effort). My legs have been recovering well since the race. That said, I’ve been having pains/tightness in my heals during the first 10’ of my runs but then it dissipates. Tomorrow will be the test though; I’ve got 65’ at MP which will be interesting… comfortably fast (but with additional effort).
A.M. easy 45:12
P.M. steady 55:29, AHR 140, MAX 147, 6:17-6:20 mi/pace