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7 Mile Splits

Irony is ever present in my life. Earlier this month I posted about spreading the Treadmill Love. Well, this weekend, the treadmill and I got a whole lot closer.

Typically, I reserve my treadmill for my shorter, weekday runs. I run three to four miles, three days a week on the treadmill while watching programs on my DVR. Alternatively, I normally choose to run my long runs outside on the weekends.

This weekend, however, I did my seven mile run on the treadmill. **gasp**

I know it sounds dreadful, and I will not lie to you, it was not the best run I have ever had. But the important thing is I completed the seven miles. And hubby was able to hang with me the whole run this time, albeit on the couch. He did hop up to hand me a banana around mile four and to write down my splits for me since I could not track them on my Garmin 305.

Mile Time Best Pace
1 10:15 N/A
2 10:11 N/A
3 10:09 N/A
4 10:00 N/A
5 9:53 N/A
6 9:49 N/A
7 9:58 N/A

The total time was 70:15 (1 hour, 10 minutes, 15 seconds) with an average pace of 10:02 per mile. That is a little below my race pace, but I feel more comfortable running at that speed. I may need to readjust my goal time for the half marathon. It is hard to judge what you are going to run when you have never run that distance before.

I am also proud to report that I have had no further back pain. After subbing cross training for a three mile run last Tuesday, and taking Wednesday off to ice, I have been training in keeping with my regular schedule. I even did Jillian Michaels' 30 Day Shred (Level 2) on Sunday, in addition to my usual housework. It was quite the painful productive weekend!

Here is what I have planned this week:


  1. so happy for you/jealous of you! that's so great :)

    injuries suck!

  2. Great job! Makes me wish my last few days were going better. I get sad when I want to run but don't - especially cause i ate pretty bad last week because of so many lunch meetings. I hope with a light week this week, then next week I can go back to normal.

  3. Oh! And you are probably fine to not adjust your goal time - for the two halfs I did last year my race pace was about a minute quicker per mile than nay of my long runs. I think the adrenaline kicks in.

  4. I envy your non-hate for the treadmill. I'm still working on that. Great job on the run!

  5. Thanks ladies!! It wasn't my best run, but I still feel a sense of accomplishment for getting it done. Nevertheless, I'm hoping that this weekend I can get my feet on the pavement. :)


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