Me: I know… but it’s cold out, and raining
Ally: How long do you have to run?
Me: Only an 1h30 but it’s not going to be easy
Ally: Well just go because you’re cutting into my cooking time
Me: Your what?
Ally: The longer you take, the more likely your dinner will be cold
The first 20’ minutes (the warm-up) felt pretty good, the rain had turned to a steady drizzle and my achilles wasn’t acting up. That, and after yesterday’s fiasco, my stomach was behaving itself (I’ve come to the conclusion that I run better on a moderately full stomach, who would’ve thought). After tracing the coastline along the grass, I couldn’t delay any longer and after passing the crosswalk, I hit start looping through BHP. The initial effort seemed reasonable and after reading Eric’s account of his workout earlier in the week I was determined not to go out too hard… I failed. I was supposed to run 65’ at MP, aiming to hit 5:55 - 5:57 but my fleet footed tendencies didn’t let me down on the first mile.
Although the splits are decent, they don’t reflect the battle that raged in my heart, lungs and mind (my chest felt constricted in the latter portion). It was a struggle out there and I found it difficult to relax, my effort level was much higher then I would’ve liked. If this had been race day it would’ve been U-g-l-y! The last few minutes I fixated on a street corner, deciding that I was stopping there regardless of time. The rain stopped when I did. The miles splits (AHR, MAX) are as follows:
1 - 5:41 (155, 160)
2 - 5:55 (157, 161)
3 - 5:51 (156, 159)
4 through 7 - 23:56 avg. 5:59 (154, 158)
8 - 5:54 (154, 160)
9 & 10+ - 14:30 at 5:58, 5:57, 2:35 (156, 157)
Training: 1:29:23, AHR 142, MAX 163 with 62’ at MP