The temps were right around 32 for my 10-miler Saturday morning, but the sun was out and thankfully, there was no real wind. I went into the city for practice with Team In Training, but was the only one there training for a full, so I ran solo anyhow. It was still great to hit the Newton Hills and I must have said good morning to 200 runners!
Look who/what I ran into on Heartbreak Hill!
Totally ridiculous, right?
Something has been up with my Garmin lately and this weekend it refused to track anything after my first mile. I could still keep an eye on the time and once I mapped and calculated, I was excited to see I ran what felt like a comfortable/easy nine minute pace.
I went out feeling strong and really hung in there. I didn’t feel like I faded on the hills, only got passed by a few dudes who were way out of my running-league, and wasn’t at all sore on Sunday morning. Maybe I should have gone harder?
I am really curious to see how I hold up in a race setting, since it has been so long and since I know there’s much more motivation to move faster when you aren’t just up against yourself. Saturday afternoon I got an email grandfathering me into a 10-mile trail race I begged my way into, and while I don’t expect to manage anything record-setting on trails, I am SO excited to give something new a shot. Plus, it’s the weekend before the NJ Half and about a month before my full, so it will be a nice, soft break for my knees and any aching bits.
Aside from my long run, the rest of the weekend was spent all-out indulging. With an evening honoring St. Paddy and an afternoon celebrating two just-turned-7-year olds, there were green margaritas, mint chocolate chip cookies, birthday cake, and beer. Happy Monday, everyone!