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While I was Away...

To those of you who have stuck with me through blog post frenzies and lulls, I would like to thank you sincerely from the bottom of my heart. I love having an outlet for writing and to have an audience, even if there's only two of you, makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I am sending you virtual hugs through your computer right now. Go on, reach out and hold it.

While I was away, I was not just resting on my laurels. I did complete my 8 mile long run two weekends ago, as scheduled. It was an amazing experience.

My hubby came along with me, but felt pain in his shins around 2.75 miles. He urged me to go on without him while he limped along behind. I had let him set the pace for the first two miles, but when I left him, I increased my pace drastically. I set off for the third and fourth miles at a comfortable pace, but as I turned around to head back to the truck, I felt an overwhelming urge to catch up with the hubster and finish my miles with him. As a result, I was chasing him for the rest of my run.

Mile Time Best Pace
1 11:20 9:55
2 11:12 10:00
3 10:17 8:30
4 9:52 9:01
5 9:06 8:18
6 8:58 7:52
7 8:56 7:57
8 8:54 8:17
Total: 1:18:38 Avg. Pace: 9:50

Holy pace increase! Can I tell you how sore I was for the rest of the evening? It involved a warm bath and an ice pack in bed. But it was well worth it. I returned to the truck just two minutes after hubby, who had completed 6 miles. So proud of him!

I did mention in my recent return post that I skipped my run this past weekend. Thankfully, Hal Higdon's plan only wanted me to do a 5K Race this weekend, so I only missed out on 3.1 miles. I would add it into my training this week, but I am afraid to increase my mileage too quickly and risk injury.

I think the best way to proceed is to dismiss this last weekend as a bump in the road on my way to my first half. I already hopped back on the horse by running 3.5 miles at an increased pace Monday evening. As such, I think I can add another goal to my half-marathon wish list:
  • 1st Goal: Complete the Half-Marathon strong.
  • 2nd Goal: Complete the Half-Marathon in my original goal pace of 2:15.
  • 3rd Goal: Complete the Half-Marathon in under 2 hours.
I realize this 3rd goal is a bit ambitious, but that is why I am keeping my original goal to fall back on. There is no shame, as long as I finish the race. And even if I do not finish, at least I plan to try, right?


  1. When I used to run with my hubby I was a lot faster because I was always chasing him so this made me laugh. That's an awesome run congrats!

    1. Thanks Mallory! It felt awesome. I'm looking forward to my 9 miler this weekend.

  2. I love my computer friends too! I get so exciting to read your blog and the Running Moron's blog. I wouldn't fret over the missed weekend, it happens and I would rather be under trained than over trained and ended up with an injury and not even be able to do the event (that happened to a coworker of mine 2 weeks before Baltimore last year). Love your goal wish list - I think you will be able to do 2 and likely 3. Last year when I ran Annapolis in 2:19, I was only doing one long run a week and no short runs (not advised but it fit my schedule at that time).
    And hey if you mis goal 3 - come up with another goal for Sole of the City!

    1. I get excited having active readers. :) Is it odd that I might be more excited for the Sole of the City than the RnR half? I want to do some speed work when this half is over with. And I'm soooooo excited for the race premium. I can't wait for race season to begin!


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