Last night the endorphins were a-flowin’.
It’s been a bit rocky getting back into the swing of things since my running sabbatical this summer, so I have to say, I felt a bit overdue for a really good effort with results I could be pumped about. Finally.
I layered up in some warmer gear, rocked my reflector vest, and hit the road after work for five miles before getting comfy for the Sox game.
Right out of my driveway I felt great, so I went with it. MapMyRun still hates me (it called Tuesday night’s 7-miler a 3.5), so I wore my Garmin and was pumped when mile one beeped in at 7:48. Welp, I thought, that’s cool, but I’m about to go uphill and surely I won’t keep that up.
You know me. Super self-confident.
I was a little more cautious on my way up a long, gradual hill because it was super dark and I was afraid I might trip and fall into incoming traffic (getting smooshed, obviously). I tried to keep my pace up, knowing there was a good, flat stretch at the top where I could recover. Mile two was 8:01.
Mile three was another pitch dark sidewalk, so I concentrated on keeping an eye out in front of me and on keeping me arms low and tucked in a bit better. I have very little sense of what “good” running form looks like, so when I hear a piece of advice, I’m open minded. Someone mentioned I’d run faster and more effortlessly if I kept my arms down, so I’m trying it. Full disclosure, I was with a few people when I got the advice and am not entirely sure it was for me, but for now I’m going with it. I clocked a 7:53 for mile three.
Truly, I thought that was basically it. 8:30s or 9:00s for miles four and five, I thought. I eased up for a stretch and took a short, steep hill into a neighborhood near home. My legs felt tired and my throat hurt a little from the cold, but knowing I was only looking at five miles for the night (and restorative yoga tonight), I hung in there. 8:06.
My last mile is mostly uphill — hence the quick first mile, I guess — but it also gets me back to the couch, so I set out to finish strong. Ugh. All uphill. The whole way back. Plugging along, I knew the basic quarter-mile markers and landed back at my driveway at 4.92 miles. Groaning (out loud) I took a quick loop down the street to finish it out at five in 39:40 (just barely!), with a 7:52 for my fifth mile split.
Finally. I can’t remember the last time I ran a good, solid workout at a pace under eight minute pace. I have to check my Daily Mile log because I’m not sure if I have! Most importantly, it was super fun, felt good, and had me smiling from start to finish.
I’m off to a team retreat for the day, being hosted at Google. Is it weird that I’m mostly pumped to eat at the Google cafeteria?
How are your workouts going this week?