Ten miles this morning on the trail. Couldn’t make it Saturday morning because I was busy helping my Cub Scout win his Pack’s Pinewood Derby. Really, he just won the Tiger Cubs portion of the event, but still pretty cool. Considering I, uh I mean “we”, started building the car Wednesday, and I was still working on it Friday night at 1 a.m. (and right up to the start of the race), not a bad job. So that makes another successful woodworking project for me. Yea me.
Anyway, it’s just as well that I didn’t run yesterday, the weird weather this week moved everything back a day, and I was happy to take yesterday off. So ten miles this morning (eleven with cooldown and strides and misc.):
7.21, 7.05, 7.04, 7.06, 7.10, 7.06, 7.01, 7.04, 6.56, 6.54
It was a pleasing, boring run. Pleasing because it was boring. I didn’t feel overly strong, but I never do when running solo. On the other hand, I maintained a consistent pace, and for that I felt mentally strong, which is probably more important. At a couple of spots I tried to speed up (and slow down in others), but I reminded myself that this was just a training run. I don’t need to push it on every run. Easy and consistent was my mantra today. And it still ended up being ten seconds faster than my 3M pace from last year, so about that I felt good. My training runs are now stronger than my races of a year ago, which I guess shows improvement and progress.
Friday I think I ran. 3+? 25 minutes?
Thursday we did 10x800s, two minutes rest. It was a big group. Instructions were unclear. Weather was cold. On the last repeat Rich really left me in the dust.
3.06, 2.59, 3.00, 2.58, 2.58, 3.02, 2.59, 2.51, 2.58, 2.46
Last time we did 800s in November I did six and described it as “discouraging”. October did 8 and “Kicked. My. Ass.” August shows six. All seem to be about the same pace, so I’m not getting faster, though 10 is more than 8 which is more than 6, so …. I can do more I guess.
By the way, what I really meant to say was, I couldn’t have done two more.
Awesome car, Knob! Reminded me of “my” Pineywood Derby car back in the day (circa 1969). Dad “helped” me build it, and it was stunningly beautiful. Shaped like a curvy dream, central compartment filled with bird shot for optimum weight distribution, and 5 coats of airplane model lacquer on it in an emerald green (with white racing stripe). It won the race contest and the “most beautiful” car competitions. And, it currently resides in my father’s office shelves. Naturally. :-)