I don't want to jinx myself or anything [just knocked on wood, tossed salt over my shoulder, and crossed myself twice] but I'm really loving my running lately. Now I know, the last time I said this, I ended up hurt, literally the next day, but I'm hoping I have that out of my system [again see above ritual for non-jinxing purposes]. I wake up in the morning, and my legs feel fresh. On my rest days, I want to run. On my "easy paced" runs, I actually want to complete them (this almost never happens). Last week, I was psyched to take on a tempo run, and aced it! I knocked out a 16 mile long run without fueling properly and with a smile on my face. Me thinks my knee issue did just the trick to rejuvinite my heart and soul [soles] for this round of marathon training. Heck ya.
Monday afternoon I finally got around to knocking out my 6 mile run after a leisurely afternoon nap (I love "banker's holidays"). It was warm enough for me to wear a tank and shorts but still a cooler afternoon. However, I did see people in long sleeves and capris.... shame on you! It's so nice to have your easy pace actually feel easy. So often my easy runs are sandwiched after tough speedwork sessions, and kind of suck, to be honest. It was nice to run easy and have a good time. And it was amazing to crunch through the leaves for 6 miles as well.
I did 6 miles in 57:38 for a pace of 9:37.
And now to tell a sad tale: It appears that I have broken my super terrific photogenic racer streak. [single tear]. I was emailed my photos for the Twin Cities 10 Miler, and for the first time didn't tweet/blog/fbook the heck out of them. Oh well. Guess you gotta look like you're actually running some of the time, eh?
Ok, this one is cute. Yay me. :)
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