As planned, I ran my 9 miles total. Headed out around 2:00 PM. It was just as cold then as it was when I posted my plans, and it got colder and windier as my workout continued.
But I did it! Ten minutes jogging to my hill, and then...
Hillwork went as planned, even though I had to fight the negative internal voice the entire time. It kept telling me I was too slow, that two repeats were enough, that four repeats were enough, that I needed more water, that I could quit after five repeats... Stoopid internal negative voice. I showed it a thing or two!
Based on
the last time I'd done hill repeats, I set a 2:00 goal for each uphill segment. All the way up on my first run, pushing myself a little, I kept wondering how close I would come, and told myself it would be OK if I went over 2:00 on my first couple of tries. I was worried because in the past, I'd go slower at first and then pick up the pace a little bit each time.
Well, my first run up the hill was 1:52.2! Wow! I walked down the hill at a brisk pace, thinking that I probably started out too fast, and telling myself, once again, it would be OK if I slowed down a bit.
And I did slow down a bit - my second time up the hill was 1:55.2! And on my third run up, and each time after that, I recalled a dream I had last night of me running, strong and fast, on a trail somewhere. I remember waking up this morning and thinking how odd it was that I ran in my dream; usually it's impossible to run in a dream, my legs feel like they're stuck in a thick syrup or something. But recalling that dream during my uphill runs helped motivate me immensely.
Here's each uphill time:
- 1:52.2
- 1:55.2
- 1:57.8
- 1:55.1
- 1:57.5
- 1:57.4
I never did go over 2:00. I impressed myself!
But, the negative voice kicked in again. There's
no way, I heard in my head, that I would be able to complete my planned 3 mile tempo run. I'd have to walk, or something. It was too cold, and I wasn't dressed appropriately (I had on shorts, and a short-sleeved shirt with a light long-sleeved shirt over it, and a baseball cap). True, when I was walking, and in the wind, I was cold. My hands were cold. I had to use the bathroom. But I was going to do what I set out to do.
So, after using the restroom and stretching a little, I hit the trail - one and a half miles out, turn around and come back. I marked off each mile on my stopwatch but forced myself to not look at it during the run. Just keep moving, I told myself. I tried to find a steady, strong pace. At the turnaround point, I sneaked a glance at my watch, which showed I was right on time for that mile, and I walked a few steps before forcing myself to continue.
For the last mile, I had to mentally picture a rubber band connected to my waist and pulling me forward towards each telephone pole, magically moving to the next pole as I passed that one.
But I kept moving.
And my total time for the measured 3 miles was 28:07.2! My mile times:
- 9:17.3
- 9:25.0 (18:42.3)
- 9:24.9 (28:07.2)
That makes my average a 9:22.4 pace! Rock and roll!
Add in another 10 minutes of jogging back home, and that gives me ~9 miles today. Whoo!