Distance: 6.66 mi
Miles to go: 1650
It seems I wake up every morning not knowing how I am going to feel. I hit the trail with apprehension at a time when I feel I should be reaching cautious optimism. My running friends are well into their marathon training so they are fast, fit and impatient with my progress, so I usually end up running alone. It just seems like one thing after another and I keep saying “Once I get over (insert plague, broken bone, etc) I will be able to get back into it… but I’m really getting tired of those “inserts”.
Once again, this morning, I was teased by the old me. On a course with a hilly middle and a big downhill at the end I slowly increased my speed all the way through the run from a starting mile of 8:55 to a last mile of 7:50 (yes… on the downhill part…) with an overall average of 8:34.
I guess my first goals in my re-re-recovery should really be consistency of effort and improved base fitness. If I can just run like I did this morning for a few more weeks, I think my fitness level will start to improve and I can begin to stretch out my mileage again. Right now, running anything over 8 miles seems to do more harm than good. But the greater issue seems to be consistency for me. I haven’t run the same time twice in 6 months and I seem to have lost my internal sense of pace. Over the last week I have run 4 times and have run 10:17, 9:10, 9:55 and now 8:34. Nearly a two minute swing in the span of a weeks worth of runs. It’s hard to know which me will show up for the run.
I guess all I can do is just keep running and hope that it will work itself out. For now, 4 days a week is plenty, given that I am riding my bike 2-3 days a week to work as well. I know this will all work itself out soon, but I’m not happy unless I’m bitching about something, so I guess I’m happy…! And on a completely self centered and absolutely unrelated note… I want a Vespa…