Yesterday was supposed to be either a 5 mile tempo or 6 miles easy, depending on which plan I was using. I decided to do a 6.2 mile tempo because I was participating in Casey’s virtual 10K. The boys woke me up 6! times Friday night, so I missed my morning run opportunity and decided I’d run home from Jones’ soccer game. This was a great idea except for one small item – 1.5 miles of uphill. I decided I’d aim for my tempo pace for the first mile, take it easy for two miles and then pick up my speed once I hit the top of the hill.
Mile 1 was awesome. Nice flat route. Sunny, beautiful day. Hit my prescribed pace of 9:11. Woot! I’m thinking I’m going to rock this run. Then I headed up the hill. Mile 2 was finished at an awesome pace of 9:02. Um, oops. At the end of the second mile, I was DONE. Mile 3 involved a bit of walking. My legs felt like jello and running 3 miles with jello legs pretty much sucks. If I hadn’t been participating in a virtual race, I would have stopped at mile 3. Instead, I pushed on and ended up finishing the 6.2 in 59:51.
Today wasn’t much better. My legs still had nothing left in them. I needed to run four miles and barely managed it. I did, however, manage negative splits – 9:55, 9:52, 9:31, 9:13. I discovered in the last mile that running faster didn’t hurt any more than running slow did, so I picked up the pace to just get the run over with. The one good thing about this weekend’s running? If I can run sub 10:00 minute miles feeling like I did today, I should be able to do that at the end of a flat marathon. (I don’t even want to talk about how much I’m going to hate the half in TN.)
Now, my legs hurt, it’s gray and rainy outside, and my nose is running (thanks Jones for the lovely cold), so I’m going to go find a cup of decaf and a book and a warm blanket.