One of my very fit and active friends told me that she thinks I am becoming addicted to running. I don't think so. People who are addicted to running love it. I don't love it. It's just becoming what I do. I think that the quote pretty much sums it up. Training is homework. My brain is wired to follow a plan. If running is "assigned", then I am going to do it. The calendar said that I need to run today, so I ran.
It a beautiful day in Virginia. It's sunny and breezy and 70 degrees.....in DECEMBER! It's a beautiful day for a run! After a pretty busy morning, the baby stayed home with Daddy while I went for my run before the big boys came home on the bus.
I stayed in the neighborhood because I needed to be close to home to catch the bus when it came to drop off the boys. Since I wasn't running far from home, I decided to play with my intervals. After the race on Saturday, I knew that I could probably run my short run (2.58 miles) without stopping. But, I believe in training how you race, so I stuck with the intervals instead of trying to just run. I set the watch for a 2:45 running interval and a 1:00 walking interval. I didn't run hard during the running intervals. I took it pretty easy, but I was able to run longer, which was pretty exciting.
The run felt pretty good. I got tired, but at the same time, I felt like i could have kept going if I had needed to. I noticed some things on my run today:
1. I am almost to a 3:1 interval. I started this adventure with 2:1 intervals, which I dropped down to 90 seconds:1 minute intervals because 2:1 was too much. I have added 45 seconds to my running intervals. Not only that, I can keep it up for lots of miles.
2. I don't look at my watch very often. Don't get me wrong, there are some runs where I am lucky that I don't slam into a mailbox because I am looking at it so much. But, overall, I just run. When the watch beeps, I walk. When it beeps again, I run. I don't curse it (very often) or will it to beep.
3. I am getting faster. Way back in July, when I registered, my time was usually a high 13/low 14 minute mile. Now I am consistently around 12 minutes.
4. I don't watch my feet anymore. Way back when, I ran looking down. I don't know if I was trying to make sure that I didn't trip or if I was watching my feet to make sure they were still moving forward. Either way, now my head is up.
And something I noticed when I got home from my run:
1. The bids need to hurry on up and fly south. Apparently, I got bombed by a bird. I didn't feel it or see it, but there is definitely bird poop on my right sleeve. Not cool birds, not cool.
Today's Stats:
3.44 miles in 42.20 (Actual watch time - 43:50. I have no shame is subtracting 1:30 off of that time. I had to stop and wait for the bus to come into the neighborhood, turn around, open the door, and let the boys off. I started walking them home and the watch beeped to start running again. I figured they knew the way and started running. Don't worry, I had to go around the court, so I could see them as they were walking home.)
12.2 minute mile
And just in case the Mayans are reading this blog, they had better be wrong.
Well, a Half Marathon (or two...maybe 3), but the idea is the same.
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