I had great intentions of getting this posted yesterday. I also planned on getting a good workout in yesterday. Neither of those happened.
Saturday called for a 3 mile run at race pace. If you don't know, my goal is to run a half marathon in 1:50:XX. So I need to keep a pace of 8:27ish per mile. Well I started out with a warm-up mile, and then started picking up the pace. I ran the next mile at 8:19 and was really feeling good. These kinds of runs are the ones that are true confidence builders (yes, possibly false confidence, but confidence none-the-less). The next mile came in at 8:14, and I was really having trouble slowing down. This is starting to turn into a tempo run rather than race pace. At 2.33 miles I turned the corner towards home. This means the next 3/4 mile is down hill with a slight tail wind. I finished the 3rd mile at 7:56 and the final 1/3 of a mile was 8:00.
Like I said, this really became a tempo run, which isn't all bad, except I really need to work on my pacing for the upcoming half marathons. I need to get my body used to running around 8:25 and holding that pace. That will be my emphasis in the near future. Teach myself what 8:25/mile feels like.
Sunday is long run day. I got up early and ate a little breakfast. I decided on two pieces of toast with pb and banana. Drank a couple cups of coffee and then headed out. My plan was 9 miles. My wife was going out for 5 miles, so I got to run the first 2.5 miles with her. This is good for me because is slows me down. The first 2.5 miles were at about 10:20 pace. After she turned around for home (out and back course today), I picked up the pace a little and settled into a rhythm.
Almost too focused. All of a sudden I looked around and Bo was no where to be found. I called him a couple times, then heard a slight little yip from behind me. I turned around and started running back. I got back to the last farmhouse I had passed and found him stuck in the fenced in front yard. I have no idea how he got in there, but he could not figure out how to get out. I ended up finding the shortest part of the fence, reaching over and lifting him out. This isn't a little 20 lb. dog. He hasn't been weighed in awhile, but I'm guessing about 80 lbs. Dork! With Bo released and back on the prowl we continued on.
I got to the halfway point and decided I wanted to do the 2nd half with music. So I dug out my iPod and put on the tunes. The 2nd half was uneventful and I finished strong with plenty of energy left. I could tell Bo was getting thirsty by the time we got home, so I'm a little worried about how we'll keep him hydrated once the weather gets warmer. I'll have to do some thinking on that. I'm open for suggestions.
That was my weekend. Two good runs. How was yours?
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