I hadn’t been in weeks. First, the rain kept me from marathon training, and then out of my own apathy and body exhaustion, I missed two weeks of training long runs on Saturday mornings. But, because I missed those runs, and because my conscience was kicking in and starting to nag me, I was determined to actually get up and get my ass to training Saturday morning.
And I did.
Not only for the aforementioned reasons, but my IT band which I had hurt weeks prior was actually starting to feel a little better. I had been running mornings at home and picking my mileage back up. So I was determined to get a good long run in.
The half-marathoners (which I THINK I’m training for now) were supposed to go 12 miles. I decided, since I hadn’t run that far in a while, that I would just do a tour of the lake, which is almost exactly 9 miles. It would be my first tour since my injury happened, and the farthest I had ran in a while.
On my run, I wasn’t really concerned with speed as I was finishing, and keeping a good pace.
Though I was running, I was keeping about the same pace as the run / walk group. Which was good, but can also hurt your ego a little, knowing someone is doing a walk /run hybrid the same pace as your run. But I kept a nice steady pace, and my legs didn’t start hurting until about mile 6. It wasn’t an extremely hard run either. Saturday during the run was right before the cold front blew in, so we got air that was cooler than “normal” (which, for us at the time, was still nearly 100 degrees at 6AM).
I was just mainly happy that I finished.