The Pre-Run Snack: Peanut butter jelly sandwich.
The Plan: 10 miles.
The Temperatures: It was 32 degrees F when we started and 34 degrees F when we finished. I may have a head full of hair, but they did absolutely nothing to keep my head warm.
The Run: Wow. Wow. Wow. We started strong and did some catching up. We haven't ran together for over a month now. He did a long 11-miles with me in late September. So, we talked about his wife and kids, his 5K races, my boyfriend, my half marathon etc. It was good. I felt pretty good. It was manageable. Then, it got harder. I was trying to breathe in deeply more and more. Of course, there were inclines. One right after another. Not steep inclines. Not long inclines either. But just inclines.
Did I already say Wow! Wow! Wow!? I took the chance to catch my breath going up and coming down inclines. I remembered what Aneta and Christine told me - "small steps going up the inclines."
Our conversations faded because Christina ran out of steam. Seriously. I was doing all I can to conserve my energy to run. I did something sneaky .... I tried to ask him questions that would involve him explaining or giving me a long answer so I can keep him talking and I can be quiet and run. Finally at about Mile 6 or so, I finally told him I gotto take it a little slower. Mr. J was accommodating. He slowed down and we ran. We finally ran back to the Y where we had parked our vehicles. I apologized for not running fast enough. (I really feel bad. This is the man who just finished a 5K in 25 minutes.) I also felt bad with myself for not doing the 10 miles I had planned to do.
We finished 6.68 miles in 1 hour 8 minutes.
Here are my splits:
Mile 1 = 10:31
Mile 2 = 9:58
Mile 3 = 9:47
Mile 4 =9:54Mile 5 = 10:30
Mile 6 = 10:39
Last 0.68 mile = 10:47
See those miles in red? I have never sustained under 10-minute miles for more than 1 mile. Maybe that's why I was losing steam toward the end. But it wasn't much steam. I was still going faster than I normally would when I run alone. My comfy pace is somewhere in the 11:30/mile pace.
So, yeah, I can beat myself up and cry about not doing 10 miles at comfy pace. Or I can give myself a pat on the shoulder for doing 10K at quite a speedy pace.
Give yourself some kudos. Remember, it is easier to just lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. But you chose to get out there today, probably in the cold, probably before the sun is up, and you walked or ran or biked. Be kind to yourself.