Man, this Saturday, the day of my half, is coming up quick. I'm feeling a wee bit sick mostly because I didn't really stick to a lot of my training runs.
My goal was to beat my previous half time, 2:20. 2:15 was what I had in mind.
However, I'm not as fit as I was last time as evidenced by my previous long run times and paces. They say you should have have a Goal B and possibly a Goal C in place. I say this sucks.
I already feel like a loser. (Man, am I already condemning myself before the race even starts?) How much more of a loser would I feel like if my Goal B is to get in under 2:30, and Goal C is to just freakin finish? (This reminds me of a bit I heard from a comedian (I can't for the life of me remember who though). He said that winning the silver medal in the Olympic sucks. If you win gold, hey, that's the top, that's the goal, you're the winner. If you get the bronze, at least you got something. But silver? WTF is that? I "almost" won. Yeah, sounds like my Goal B.)
I had an easy 3 miles planned for yesterday. I did the first mile at my usual 5.7 (10:31/mile) pace. Easy. Then a guy got on the treadmill next to me and started running at 8.0 (7:30/mile). Well, I can't just lope along at 5.7 next to that. So after 1 mile, I upped it to 6.1 (9:51/mile). He fnished his 1 mile 2 minutes faster than I finished my 1 mile, and then got off. After 1.5 miles, I felt tired and just started walking. Yeah, after only 1.5 miles. Sigh. And then it hit me. I was probably tired because I hadn't had a rest day in almost 2 weeks! Yay! There's possibly a reason for me having recent crappy runs. That made me happy, and so I finished the rest of the run doing speed intervals.
Today and tomorrow are rest days! Hooray! Although I have been stuffing myself silly with tons of chocolate from Valentine's Day and boxes and boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Gotta carb-load, right?
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