Technically I’m training for Tucson, but we went to Ohio for four days and for the past two days I’ve been sick and last night I took a vicodin to help with the flu aches pains, headache, and sore throat, but today I had a 6 mile marathon pace run on tap and thought – what the heck, I’ll try it.
I was smart enough to tell myself that it was ok if it didn’t turn out as planned – although somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind that never works. I set out and did a half mile warm up at a 9:00 minute mile pace and then apparently took off like a bat out of hell for the next mile because it came in at 8:02. I managed to slow down for the next mile and it came in at an 8:22 and then I think the meds I took last night kicked in because the proverbial wheels fell off. Mile 3 ended up at an 8:49 and the last half was a 9 minute pace.
I cut it short at 4 miles and averaged 8:36 which is one second off of my marathon pace and includes the half mile warm up, but its 2 miles less than what I was supposed to do.
I’m cutting myself a break on this one. Truly I am.
This weekend is 6 and 12 miles – I’d like to keep the six miles on trail, because I really do miss running trails, and the 12 miles if I can keep it at a 9:20 average I’ll consider it good. I’ve just got to get over this sickness and things should get easier.
Desert, dust, dunes, and more dust
2 weeks ago

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