Super Giddy Strides
Last Thursday morning I snuck in about 4.5 miles…due to scheduling constraints they had to be faster than I’d like on hills.
As I cruised, I mentally lamented about the fact that lately…it feels like all of my runs lately…well…
My legs feel like lead, my mind is in another place, 1 mile feels like 3…and it’s been a while since I had a good old fashioned, endorphin raising, “Ahhh this is why I love this” kind of run.
This probably has something to do with the foundation I have laid lately which includes things like:
-Not spending time stretching, rolling, etc.
-My food pyramid looking something like: fruits, veggies, Christmas cookies, protein.
-Lack of sleep
But Saturday…oh Saturday long run, you changed that.
For all intents and purposes, it should have been a terrible run (more on that later).
But, it turns out, my body and brain weren’t about to let that happen. I went out at an 8 minute mile and had to literally slow my body down with some coaching (“Um, Sheila, there’s still like, I don’t know 17 miles or so ahead…take a chill pill“) and settled into a nice 8:30 pace spot on for about 13 miles…and then somewhere around there I just picked it up and kicked it in high gear for a fabulous negative split long run finishing with 8-8:15 minute miles.
Sunday morning verdict: Tired, but not really sore.
Good girl. A long run “push” at an appropriate pace. I’ll take it.
And because the magic of my morning’s long run needed to continue, the boys and I bumped into this pretty little fella on the way home. Ain’t she a beaut, Clark?
What was the coolest thing you saw this weekend?