Yesterday, with the Boston tragedy fresh on my mind, I got on my running shoes and did my tempo run. My ultimate goal stands. I want to qualify for the Boston Marathon in September in Pennsylvania. If I don’t make it then, I will try in December in Jacksonville. Either way, I have my eyes set on a goal and as long as I can physically make it, I will make it. What happened Monday makes me more determined. I continue to feel sadness, anger, confusion over it all. I honestly don’t understand. But as I said, it just makes me more determined to make it this year and if not, next!
My run yesterday went really well. Actually if it was a cool winter day in the South, I would say it was just average, but being a humid, hot day in the South it went great. Here are my splits for the tempo part of my run:
Mile 1 – 7:17
Mile 2 – 7:13
Mile 3 – 7:50
All in all it was a good run. Overall my pace was 8:14 for 6 miles. I really want my tempo splits to get into the 6:30 range if at all possible by May so I can reasonably be assured of a 20:00 5K. I averaged 6:54 for 5K once before, so I know it is a possibility.
I must say that running has altered many aspects of my life. I understand setting goals and then working hard to achieve them in a way I have never understood before. I used to be very undisciplined in my life and am much better at that now. Not perfect. But I am able to set a goal and work toward that goal and not drop it after a week or two.
Today is a regular run and then Thursday is my hill run. I may push the hill run to Friday as we are to get cooler weather again by then, but eventually the hot Southern summer will set in and no amount of pushing will help. I might as well get used to it sooner rather than later.
Praying for Boston.
Keep running fast! Don’t get hurt! Have a good run!
I always say, “good” not “great” because great runs tend to be peak runs. I want my husband’s running to go up gradually at a steady pace that he can keep. I don’t want want him to go through so many sludgy hard valleys; with the peaks being so hard to obtain, that he doesn’t get to hit them often. With peaks you get a high that you can’t maintain. I’d rather my husband ascend at a more level pace that he can keep improving; without so many peaks that bring on the valley lows.
It may just be nit picking; but I, in this way, am rooting for my husband’s goal in the best way that I can!
I love you, Honey!!!!!!!
I look forward to hearing those word right before I run. Not superstitious or anything, but just encouraging. I love you too!