48 Seconds = Huge Difference

Argh.

This week was, once again, hell for my training...it's a long story, and I won't go into the details because I will end up rambling for pages. But basically I did not work out AT ALL this week. I am starting to think that I am not supposed to run this marathon at all. I mean, the signs have all been really clear and I am just ignoring them.

So I was really freaked out about getting in 15 miles this weekend.

(BTW, I KNOW that running like this is not smart from a "very likely to get an injury" point-of-view.)

Last week, my pace was 9:00 flat for 13.1 miles. And I paid for it. I was so sore the next 2 days. People at work were like "OMG! What HAPPENED to you?" as I limped around the office. Not smart of me. But really, I FELT slow when I ran it. I have really got to get a handle on my pace.

So yesterday, it was pouring down rain, I knew it was going to hurt to run 15 because I was woefully unprepared, and Bill was feeling under the weather, so I didn't even have a running buddy. I SO did not want to run.

I decided to try for 10:00 miles.

I also opted for 2 loops around the park and then a loop around the bridal path. This way I would be running hills along with flat. By mile 12 I was cursing myself. I finished with a 2:27, which is a 9:48 pace.

I went home and basically collapsed on the sofa to watch tv all night.

BUT today I am feeling fine (ok...only a TEENSY bit sore)! But no anti-inflamatories needed! I guess I did do ONE smart thing this week by adding 48 seconds to my pace.

This week, if I have to stay up until 5 in the morning to get my workouts in, I am getting them in!!!