Today Beer Geek and I were discussing the Jack Daniels race that Missy mentioned on my last post. I was telling him about the race and mentioned it was a new race, so there were no reviews and I had no way of knowing how well it would be organized. He rolled his eyes and said “It’s just 13 miles. You can deal with it.” Umm, ok, then. I apparently live in a warped little world where a 13 mile run is no big deal.*
Week 1 of marathon training is in the books. I ran one speed workout, one easy workout, one “marathon pace” run that I think was about a 9:30 pace (Garmin went all bracelet on me), and today I ran my first long run – 10 miles. I chose a really hilly route, mostly to train for the Tennessee half marathon in late March/early April. My pace was all over the place as I went up and down hills, tied a shoe lace, stopped for a few lights, and took a full minute to eat a Gu (it’s hard to eat one of those things while dealing with gloves and a handheld water bottle.) My average pace was just under 10:00 per mile, with mile 9 clocking in at 8:46! and mile 10 at 9:35. I was pretty tired by the end, but could have definitely gone longer. What scares me is that some of the later weeks have two 10 mile runs and a 20 mile run in the same week. I have to keep reminding myself that it builds slowly and I’ll be ready for it by then. I can already tell I’m a much stronger runner than I was when I started marathon training last time. Not necessarily faster LOL, but definitely stronger.
*I was trying to interest Beer Geek in the race by telling him it was the smallest county in Tennessee and that the Jack Daniels Distillery was there. He calmly informed me (without me even telling him the county) that it’s a dry county. Why do I ever try to “out trivia” this man?