So last night I headed out on my 2.3 mile route. I can’t lie – it’s not far enough. I am not “Satisfied” when I finish.. BUT, I am learning from my previous mistakes and building up my base slowly. When I get to run the Marine Corps Marathon this year, instead of walking the expo (again) knowing that an injury has kept me from running it (again) and whining non-stop to my wife about it (again), it will all be worth it.
As has been my standard lately, I let my body pick the speed.( IT is one advantage of only running 2.3 miles, I don’t have to worry too much about going to fast to make it through the run. When I hit the one mile mark, I heard the voice in my phone speak:
1 Mile. 8 minutes, 02 seconds. Pace 7 minutes 53 seconds. (ok, I have no idea how these two times are different, but they were).
7 minutes? I am below 8? COOL!!!!!! So then I stopped holding myself back at all. I just let my body run and enjoyed the fact that I felt like I was flying like Abebe Bikila! Strangely, that 2nd mile seemed to last a really, really long time… But when I hit the counter on my phone I heard
2 Miles. 15 minutes, 10 seconds. Pace 7 Minutes 12 seconds.
Holy Bejeezus Batman!!! I was flying! I finished out the last .3 (7:11 pace)
Now I know that there are many, many runners out there that don’t see 7:11 as fast. But it certainly is for an 8:30-9:30 pace runner! The best part? I truly expected to be sore as heck today – and I’m not!!! I a little bit of achiness in the bottom of my right foot, but that is it!