This is post #2 for today....see the weekend recap below. And when I'm through with this one, I'm going to post another...but chances are that you've already read that one since most people (or at least me) start from the top and work down.
At any rate, as I commented in the post below (the one you probably haven't read yet), I was scheduled to run 6 miles today.
I know. It's crazy. Haven't run 6 TOTAL miles in weeks, but some how I managed to schedule myself 6 in one day. Actually, it's October. The weather is nice and I'm tired of complaining about how hot it is, how busy I am, and how sucky my running has become. I'm tired of being tired of the excuses. So, I scheduled myself 6 whole miles as punishment for the last 9 months of sucky running.
Well, just so you know.
I did it.
All 6 miles.
Now, I'm not going to claim that I didn't stop and walk. And stop and walk. And stop and walk. Because I did. But, when I started I said:
"I'll do a mile and a half out and back for 3 miles...do some hill repeats on the hill that is in front of my house and do the other 3 tomorrow."
Then I got to the 1.5 mile mark and said:
"I'll just run to the 2 mile mark since I'm so dang close."
And then at the 2 mile mark I made a deal with my lungs and my legs that if I stopped and walked for a minute they would let me run to the 2.5 mile mark. And they agreed that that was do-able. BUT, we HAD to turn around at 2.5 miles for a total of 5. And I was totally fine with that, because the extra mile would be so easy to pick up later in the week.
And then at the 2.5 mile mark, my legs saw that big hill and said:
"We like hills. I bet if we run to the top of that hill, we'll be at the 3 mile mark AND THEN WE CAN TURN AROUND."
Well, I'm not one to not listen to my legs, so up the hill we pressed.
For a total out and back of 6 whole miles.
My splits were kindof wacky, and the last mile was a super-suck-fest, but I did it. And with no ipod. Just me and my brain. And it was nice. To get back to the good old days. When sweat's not blocking my vision. When there's a nice breeze in the air and not just stale, hot air. When I find it in myself to say "just one more mile...just one more hill". I have missed that part of me. The one that doesn't give up, or complain (okay, that doesn't complain alot). The one that knows the enjoyment of a good long run. I'm glad the weather is nice and I'm glad the old Amy is back.
Splits (don't laugh):
Mile 1 - 11:08
Mile 2 - 9:46
Mile 3 - 8:44
Mile 4 - 9:18
Mile 5 - 11:05
Mile 6 - 12:08
I used to be really good at pacing myself and having pretty even splits. Really I did.
Plan for the rest of the week:
Thursday: 5 miles
Friday: 5 miles
Saturday: 8 miles
To rock out 24 miles this week :)