Last night my overambitious self told my husband that I was going to run 10 miles the next morning. Then I had a beer.
And while I was enjoying this beer, it occurred to me that in order to get a long run in (10 miles is long for me), I would need to run early in the morning, and therefore I would need to prepare everything the night before. And the thought of preparing everything the night before on a FRIDAY, when I've spent all week preparing for the next day, just totally zonked me. I needed a break from preparing for tomorrow.
So I poured myself another beer, and said, "Self, we're just going for a 5K run tomorrow. But we'll do it hard." And Self said, "ok." Because that's all Self says.
My goal was to run this 5K (turned out to be 3.14 miles) under a 9:00 minute/mile pace. I am proud to say that I ran it at a 7:59 minute/mile pace. I was kinda shocked that I manged to come in a whole minute faster than intended. The route does incorporate one moderately hilly portion and one gradually hilly portion, and I do return down the gradual hill so that helped.
Tomorrow I am definitely going for the early morning 10 mile run. And the goal: just finish. Even if its on my hands and knees.
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