This morning I was totally determined. Determined to get out of bed at 5am, lift weights, and do EVERYTHING I wanted to before heading off to meet 26Marathons and (gasp) be on time.
I did run with 26Marathons but I didn't get up until 5:45, I didn't lift no stinkin weights, and I didn't do anything except pack my bags and brush my teeth (thanks t-roi for doing the rest). And I wasn't even close to being on time. Actually he had run 2 miles by the time I got there and caught up with him.
But I did it. We ran the 5k route. I never stopped. I never wussed out. I never complained. (really, I didn't). And we finished in a not so stellar time of 29:50, or a 9:36 pace. Wow. I did better than I thought. But not quite as good as I am capable. I did discover that I think I like running the first mile solo. He runs faster (much) than I do and when I start off so fast, I lose it fast too. So, *I think* by running the first mile at my turtle pace by myself really helped me end on a good note. And it made me more motivated to meet him on Monday and get that pace below 9 minutes (like it once was. Once. I know it's only happened once).
I can tell that the weather is rightsizing itself (I heard that word last night in class and have been dying to use it). It seems not so humid and a little cooler at 0630. Or I could just be crazy. I did mention something about doing an ultra earlier in the week, so crazy it might be.
On tap for the weekend:
4 miles before my dentist appointment tomorrow morning (Who doesn't love a good repayment plan? You beat up my mouth for years, I force you to get *this* close to my smelly body).
Then a long run on Saturday. Right now it looks like maybe 7 miles, and then 4 on Sunday to round out about 20 miles for the week. As far as my plan to run 3 days of each week during this month, so far so good. It looks like I may miss the mark for my Sunday and Tuesday runs, but meeting the goal for 2 out of 7 days is not bad...especially considering how crap-filled my summer has been.
Have a great weekend!