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Weekly Roundup

I was able to get back on track with my training last week, after taking a week off due to a cold and sinus problem. And it wasn't a moment too soon. There are less than three weeks until the DC Rock n Roll Half Marathon.

This weekend, I decided to take it easy and hang back with my hubby for the majority of the long run. I have decided I enjoy it much more when I run in tandem with the hubster and my puppy.

It was also a beautiful day. The air was crisp but the sun was warm. The brackish water of the bay smelled so fresh. The tide was out and the waves were crashing on the rocks of the jetties. In short, it was a perfect day for a run.

But I digress. Here are the splits for my 11 mile run:

Mile Time Best Pace
1 10:22 8:48
2 10:20 9:05
3 10:16 9:10
4 10:23 9:13
5 11:06 9:14
6 11:30 9:25
7 13:49 8:56
8 9:04 7:52
9 9:03 8:21
10 9:27 8:38
11 9:42 8:18


As you can see, we sort of fell off pace towards the middle of the run. This is the farthest my hubby has ever run, and I was proud of him for hanging as long as he did. Nevertheless, it was the end of mile 7 that he decided I should run back to the car and come back to pick him up. I kicked it into high gears and headed for the car. He and the puppy were still chugging along when I came back for them nearly 40 minutes later.

I learned from this run that I really need to pace myself. If I keep a nice, slow and steady pace from the start, I keep my heart rate down and can last longer. When I started sprinting back to the car, I became overheated and out of breath. I also realized that taking a walking break with hubby completely cooled me down. I mean my muscles were cold. I am going to try my darnedest to keep a nice casual pace for at least the first 7 miles of the half marathon, so I can finish the second half strong.

Here's what is on tap this week, as I increase my Wednesday run to 6 miles for the first time:



What's on your training schedule this week?

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