There was some silliness that I was spouting off about a few bloops ago. Something about me spicing up my routine. In the back of my head, I didn't want to just keep laying down 7 milers during my non-training time. I had blooped, therefore, I needed to make good on my own proclamation.
So instead of 7 milers, I have run 8 milers
this week. Both of which have been alternating bouts of good versus bad
and lots of tortoise and hare. I guess they've been glorified
fartleks. I'll feel good for a spurt and carry along gleefully, nailing
a 7:45 pace with ease. And then I'll feel awful and try to remind
myself that I should be running so easily that I could sing songs out
I swear there has been an angel and a demon on each shoulder for the past few runs.
Monday splits: 7:55, 7:43, 7:49, 7:54, 7:53, 8:15 (errant satellite issue, rawr), 7:43, 7:24
Wednesday splits: 8:03, 8:08, 8:16, 8:00, 7:44, 7:55, 8:14, 7:34
good news is that I have been plodding out the miles after work and
doing lots of great running outdoors. The bad news is that my shin is
angry about these evening runs and I haven't had a non-pained run in
awhile. Since I've already had 2 full weeks of non-running this year
(gee, thanks, flu & strep throat), I really don't want to have to be
forced onto the disabled list. I thought new shoes might help, but now
I think I will have to move onto other measures. So, I will be working
at trying to do more morning running, more foam rolling, and rotating
my work shoes.
And maybe I will tell myself it's okay
to slow down a bit every once it awhile. My average March marathon pace
was 8:31 so I'm pretty much running solid tempos all the time. I need a running buddy to yak at and force me to take it easy now that I'm barely using my treadmill.
You'd think after all these years of running that I would have learned
that the body doesn't like running like a bat out of h*** all the time.
Classic rookie mistake that I'm still making practically 20 years