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Give Me Strength

Week 11

Like the final 5k of every half marathon I’ve completed and the last .5 of every 5k, this week is about mental toughness and the tenacity to finish what I started. I put more thought into how the names were placed on the calendar this week. I was very strategic in assigning each day of dedicated miles. In real time, I’ll need to log sixty miles in order to guarantee that I will be at 994 miles when I arrive at the start line of my race and have the necessary energy to cross the finish line. Lord, I ask for strength and wellness. Water intake, food consumption and adequate rest will be imperative to get me through.

Day 1

I’m excited about my running dedication today. This person is resilient, determined and fabulous. Today, I’m running for my niece; Michelle. I went to one of my favorite spots. I set my intervals and was doing well for the first few miles. My shins started to hurt, indicative of a need for new shoes. I think I’m going to run the soles off the Sauconys I’m wearing. The weather was perfect and everything went well. I thought of seeing Michelle post on Facebook that things are often tough. Usually the next post shows that she has pushed through. I did the same and ran one extra mile.

Day 2

This is my last scheduled double digit day although I’m sure there will be at least one more. My run is dedicated to my Dad (RIP).

It had been a few weeks since I’d run at this park. It quickly became my favorite place as this was the first real time I felt like I was enjoying all that fall has to offer. The temperature was perfect and the leaves were gorgeous.

I parked my car in a different place this time to keep it fresh. The first mile, I intended to use as a warm up and time to commune with my thoughts. Shortly before I reached the first mile, the coffee I treated myself to was ready to leave me. I despise the thought of a porta pottie but it was the better option, over leaving. There was a huge playground near and I thought surely a place that catered to children would have restrooms. Wrong. At 1.5, I almost became that runner we’ve all seen who darts in the woods to find a private tree. My inner diva wouldn’t allow it. At mile two, I was relieved to see a big blue box. After my brief meeting, I was on my way and able to run comfortably. I was taking it all in. I enjoyed hearing my feet crunch the leaves beneath my feet. My pace was steady and I felt amazing.

I stopped a few times to take pictures. But for the most part, I ran the whole time. I had turned around to return to my car and happened upon a statue. I had passed it several times before on my treks through the park, but I had never gone close enough to really see it. I was once again shocked at how the universe works. Right in the middle of the marble slab was the U.S. Coast Guard seal. My Dad was a Coastie. I took this as his wink from Heaven that he approved of my efforts. I spent a minute there and was on my way. Still heading in the direction of my car, I saw a face in the distance that looked familiar. As I got closer, I realized it was Kristin, whom I had run with in the past. I decided to join her for a few and made a u-turn. I was happy for the push. Had I not seen her, my run would have turned to intervals. After running a nice distance, it was time for me to turn around. I wished her a good remainder of her run and well wishes on her upcoming race in Puerto Rico.

Upon my return to the parking lot, I heard roosters crowing and monkeys “talking”. I thought this to be extremely odd sounds for a park in the middle of the city. I laughed when I realized it had slipped my mind that I had parked in front of the zoo.

Day 3

I didn’t feel like it….at all. I was scheduled to do five. Even though this should’ve been a pretty quick and easy run, I didn’t want to do it. I looked at the calendar to find the day dedicated to my nieces and nephews. I knew that five wasn’t happening, instead; I opted for .1 for each of them. At 2.4 miles, I was glad to be done and glad that I didn’t have any more nieces or nephews.

I’m sure I’ll wish I had done more later in the week to make the weekend easier. But what I gave was honestly more than I had. Getting closer to fifty.

Day 4

I opened my eyes and checked the weather. The temperature had taken a nose dive. The high was going to be twenty degrees lower than yesterday. In the darkness, I headed to the gym. It was empty so I turned on my music. I liked the time alone and hoped that my hour would be in solitude. Today was dedicated to my son. I pumped out those miles in his honor. I thought about how many miles I would do. I considered one for every day he’s been gone. When I realized how many that would actually be, I opted to try to get as close to the amount of days I’d have to see him.

Day 5

It’s Halloween. Holidays always excite me. Although I’m tired. I will get my Nike+ badge.

Another day for the male child. I was mentally and physically drained. I had gotten some bad news yesterday and I really wanted to throw in the 1,000 mile towel. My mind and body got together and decided they didn’t want to do any miles today. I knew that I wouldn’t let him give me excuses or a pass to do nothing. I didn’t do what I had planned but I got in a few miles. His absence from the home has been difficult, but every time anything brings me down; the thought of him encouraging me gives me all that I need.

Day 6

Today, I run for my sister. I was mentally back on track. But after completing over 165 miles for the month, I knew I needed to give my body a break. As a nurse, my sister would encourage me to listen to my body.

I got in a power walk because I realized that even though I wouldn’t get in the eight I was anticipating, anything I did would be miles closer to my goal.

More Mental Than Physical

Week 8

Now that I have my horrible week of training behind me, I’ve taken time to reflect and stop beating myself up. I realize that running is so much more mental than physical and I’m my own worst critic. Rather than feeling disappointed in myself for missing ten miles of training, I should be happy that I was able to complete what I completed. I need to remind myself that training provides you the opportunity to try things before race day. This includes figuring out what recovery methods work best. The biggest thing I learned was that when the pavement is too much, try the treadmill. I also believe that a recovery walk the following day would have been helpful. I spent too many hours following being inactive.

How will this week be different? I plan to complete 40 miles this week. I will do as many miles as I can on the pavement, hopefully increasing each day. I will finish the miles on the treadmill if I need to so that I am prepared to do my entire long run on the pavement Saturday morning. I will revert to my previous post long run ritual of taking an ice bath. I’ll add ibuprofen and then I’m going to a street festival to keep moving. I also plan to incorporate daily yoga to aid in stretching and strengthening my body.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Week 8 Day 1

I started my run with .25 on the pavement. I didn’t go very fast, but I also ran the entire distance with no pain. When I arrived at the treadmill, I decided on a two minute run / thirty second interval. I felt great until I looked at the time and distance. It was slightly discouraging once I realized how slow I was going. I had to convince myself that speed wasn’t my goal today. Instead, I needed to focus on just completing five miles with no pain. I realized when I increased the speed on the treadmill, I experienced no pain, but discomfort at a 1.5. When I decreased my speed, discomfort also decreased. This is when I really decided to focus on my breathing, my form and finishing.

I ended up running twenty minutes straight. I left the treadmill at slightly less than four miles with the intent to complete my mileage on the pavement. I ran more than half of what I had left with no discomfort. I waited impatiently for Nike to tell me I had completed my training miles. But he never said a word. Maybe he thinks I’ve quit. Even with no words from my app, I finished my run feeling victorious. I was a little down when I saw that it took 1:29:36 to complete five miles. But I put it in perspective that at least I was starting the week off completing the required amount of miles.

I followed through with my post run activities. I prepared a smoothie and found a yoga post run video on YouTube. The stretches felt so good.

Next up, eight miles. I may split it and do five and three as the newest running shoe store in the area is hosting its first group run. I think I want to go.

Week 8 Day 2

Before I started my run, I did something I never do. I stopped for coffee, pumpkin spice coffee. It instantly became a major win when the guy behind the counter told me it was going to be free. I returned to a trail I hadn’t run in a while. My plan was to complete five miles on the pavement with no pain. I knew I would need to take it easy. I set my intervals to 2:1. When I reached the mile one marker, I was happy with my sub :14 pace. I took my time and decided to go in the direction of the hills because I would get to see the horses. I decided to walk the hills and felt fine. No pain, discomfort at a 1. To my disappointment, when I arrived at the pasture, there were no horses. Oh well.
I hadn’t heard Nike in a while and I decided I wouldn’t look even though I was curious of not only my splits, but also my distance. Although there were no mileage indicators coming from my app, I was quite pleased to get all the cheers.

5 miles later, I had completed this run17 minutes faster than yesterday.

My training planned called for eight miles, but I had decided I would split my run today and join a new local running group later in the evening.

For the first time in a million years, I experienced a feeling that seemed so foreign; intimidation. I arrived early at the group run and I was obviously the first to arrive. I sat in my car doing idle things as a few people began to appear at the designated starting location. My prior enthusiasm took a downward turn when I looked at the people that I would run with. What I saw were cross country and endurance runners who always placed in their age group. Even if that wasn’t the case, that was my observation and it made me uncomfortable. In my mind, all I kept thinking was that I’d never be able to keep up. I don’t think I’ve had that feeling in a running situation since the first time I toed the start line of the two mile run in high school. I knew I would be last to finish. Would the outcome over twenty years ago have been different if my thinking had been more positive? Unfortunately, I’ll never know. Yes, I did cross the finish line last that day. But that day, I also felt a sense of victory. I had done something I didn’t want to do because I didn’t think I was good enough. But I was good enough. I wasn’t fast enough or confident enough to place, let alone win. But I was determined enough to finish. I let myself get inside my head that everyone else was faster. I ran with the people on my team, they were faster. But I let my thoughts also think that about the runners from the other team without ever seeing there ability. That race was the last time I finished that distance last. What I lacked in speed, I made up for with determination. In my mind, I just needed to finish before the last person. As my determination increased, so did my speed. I was never the fastest, but each race my time was faster than the previous. And I was never last again.

I left the group run feeling defeated. I still had miles to run. I decided to complete them on a nearby trail. It was mind over miles. Each mile was faster than the previous. I had beaten my times from previous weeks and I had finished ahead of my biggest competitors; my thoughts and myself.

Week 8 Day 3

I switched my training schedule again. I traded today for tomorrow since I’m running well over my training plan this Saturday. It’s now three today, six tomorrow and no more than two on Friday. It was nice to use today as a stroll. Since I was going a lot slower, I was able to pay more attention to my surroundings and take advantage of the sights of the leaves beginning to take on the season. I love fall and the orange leaves are icing on the cake.

Week 8 Day 4

I did something I haven’t done on a consistent basis in a while. I woke up before the sun. It took me over thirty minutes to actually get out the door. It was rough. When I did exit the house, I was greeted by near perfect weather. The cool air on my face was a pleasant start to my day. My glimpse of the moon was an added bonus.

I walked passed a young guy at the bus stop. He was on the phone. I wondered who he was talking to so early. The list of people I’d want to talk to in the wee hours of the morning before my coffee is a very short list.

Week 8 Day 5

Guess how many miles I did today? Zero. Today and tomorrow had a combined total of 19 miles. Since I’m doing 18 with my friend tomorrow, I decided to take the day off.

Did I tell you I found a race to replace my half? It’s not actually a half. So my plan is to complete the suggested amount of miles each week (even if it’s slightly out of order).

Week 8 Day 6

It’s long run Saturday and even though I felt like my alarm rang thirty minutes after I entered rem sleep, I was ready to go. We drove to our starting point. The first two mikes seemed to drag and for some reason, the humidity felt different. I was drenched in sweat, wishing I had made a different clothing choice. It was odd to me because it was only sixty six degrees which is usually perfect for running.

I had only run the portion of this course to about three miles. Most of my running here has been relatively flat. In fact, I wondered where all the hills were. I found them today. My running partner, Kat, gave me the stank eye a few times. She had been sick all week and had heard me say “this city isn’t that hilly”. Today’s run made me out to be a liar. Oh well. We pressed on. As we ran, I gave her a city tour when we reached landmarks (the a Beacon and Denny’s headquarters). She seemed interested, but secretly, I knew she hated me.

Our run took us downtown. It’s quite eccentric there and I knew she’d enjoy the scenery. She liked all the bike rental areas and the water fountain that had turned the water pink. Six miles later, we reached the Mary Black trail. It was flat here. Yay!!! We completed most of the trail before turning around. By thus time my water was gone. We headed back and I stopped in a convenience store for water. She got coffee. Here, we decided to take a slight short cut. This was great. By this time, I just wanted to be done and back at the car. It was getting warmer and the hills were doing a number on me.

At mile 14, we noticed a sign with orange treats. Bruster’s had pumpkin ice cream. Yes, we stopped to get two cones. About five minutes after we got them, my ice cream was running down my arms . She took a good lick of her cone and all the ice cream ended up on the ground. Her face looked like that of a five year old. I shared my ice cream with her. We finished our ice cream on our cool down. Yup, I’m declaring it was a cool down. 15 miles later, mentally and physically, I was DONE!!!

Mind Over Matter

Week 2/12 Day 1

I felt extremely refreshed after my rest day. I got out of bed with the expectation of an amazing run. I parked my car at one of my normal running spots but decided I’d alter my route to keep it interesting. What I found when I turned left instead of going straight were beautiful brick houses in a neighborhood still being developed. I pictured myself living in one of the houses. The other thing I found on my newly explored route….hills. I was half happy and half sad at my discovery. I had to laugh at the irony of it all. I had just asked members of the local running group where I could find some hills to run. Leave it to me to find them on my own. This was a great start to my second week.

Week 2 Day 1

Today’s run would be the second longest of the week. Six miles. One mile warm up, three miles 4:1 intervals, easy two mile cool down. I was excited about this run. I had gotten a good night of rest, I was properly hydrated and I was ready to rock it. It was already really warm and sunny when I got up so I took my run to the gym. I did my first mile with ease. The intervals went well. I was giving 100 percent. When I was down to just two miles to go, I was elated to have done such a great job but annoyed that my app hadn’t given any updates. I looked at my phone and my spirit was shattered. My app read 1.68 miles. I could’ve cried and I wanted to just end the run. I’m usually the positive one in the group, the one that gives everyone else the brighter side. Now, I needed to be that person for myself. I told myself, at least the treadmill had calculated it. I was upset but I kept going. Week 2 Day 1 had some technical issues but it was done.

Week 2 Day 3

Easy breezy was what I had in my mind. I could knock five miles out in a little over an hour. It was mind over matter. I struggled to get out of bed. I knew today was about distance and not speed. I just needed to get it done. I kept laying there and it kept getting later. Wednesday is not the day to play around with time, because I don’t have much extra to spare. For the past year, my Wednesdays have been filled for thirteen hours each week. The option of after work just isn’t an option. Just when my own voice was trying to assure myself that I’d figure out how to get it done much later today or make it up on Sunday, another voice came chiming from the bathroom that said, “You’re going to kick yourself later if you miss this run.” Sometimes it’s nice to get a second opinion. Aside from the race training, my goal of one hundred miles this month is just ten miles and three days away. As much as I would’ve preferred to lay there for another hour, I was happy to just go and be done.

Week 2 Day 4

What comes in a close second to rest day? A short miles day. I was dancing a jig in my head at the thought of “just” three miles. We started at 5:30 and enjoyed great run chat. I was surprised to see so many people out so early. I was also happy that I had on my headlamp. Places that were usually lit had lights out and was dark. After finishing my three miles, I went to fill up my tank. While I was pumping I synced my run an realized I was less than 1.5 miles away from reaching my 100 miles in August goal. What does a runner do when they’re that close and still have three hours until work? They go and tackle that mile plus. Thirteen more miles to complete training this week. I’m tired just thinking about it.

Week 2 Day 5
I didn’t have anywhere pressing to be until later in the day, so I slept in longer than usual. I got out of bed refreshed and ready to tackle my five miles. When I arrived at the trail, I started my app and was more excited. I had one less mile to do than I thought. Win!!!! I decided I’d run the entire time to get to the turnaround. This worked well. In my mind, the quicker I finished, the sooner I’d be able to shop for a bridesmaid dress. After the turnaround, my mind shifted gears. I was initially so focused on my turnaround that I ignored the temperature. I looked at my phone and realized that the temperature was increasing. As it went up, my energy and my water went down. I was happy to be closer to finish than to start. I got back to the car completely on E. No energy and no water. It was too darn hot. My cool shower was amazing. Sleeping in has been nice and necessary. I haven’t gotten in bed before midnight any this week. I’ve been staying up with my son who is leaving for the Navy next month. One day I’ll be training for a race in whatever city he’s stationed. If I’m lucky, he’ll even run it with me. Probably ahead of me, but shhhhhh, don’t tell him I said that. Any time we discuss running, I swear I can beat him.

Week 2 Day 6
Eight miles. I can do this. It has been quite a few months since I’ve done this distance. But I was mentally prepared to do it. I was happy one of my sole sisters decided to join me. She hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before and warmed me that this probably wouldn’t be a fast run. I was ok with that. Today, Nike told me to “just do it”. We took to the trail just after sunrise and had great conversation along the way. After 4.5 miles, we had run the entire length of the trail. She decided she was done for the day and I continued for round two. I was excited to go about a mile down to be greeted by a woman who has seen me on the first trip. She commended me for hitting the trail a second time. It was a little lonely running by myself but by this time, more people had come out so I wasn’t really alone. I did notice everyone wearing Clemson orange. I’m a fan of college sports but don’t have a favorite team. I was told in North Carolina I needed to choose a team and be loyal. When I was in Durham, my choices were Duke, NC State or Carolina. When I was in Greensboro, football season meant I’d hear “AGGIE Pride” yelled throughout the city. I never did pick a team. I usually tell people I like whoever is winning. Lol. Eight miles later, I was done and anticipating my Sunday rest day.

Rock n Roll Savannah or bust

Week 1/12 Day 1
It’s the first day of training and I’m pumped. I went to the trail and it was quiet since it was the first day of school. Mentally I was ready to have an amazing first day. I’m using Nike Coach for my training plan and for some reason, the mileage wasn’t showing on my app. I took a good guesstimate that I was supposed to do four miles. The weather was near perfect. Halfway through the run, it started to sprinkle. I had hoped to run fast enough that I wouldn’t bet drenched. I did get rained on but there was no downpour. My physical body matched my mental body and I killed my first day of training.

Week 1 Day 2
I contacted Nike technical support to assist with my app. I was told tsso uninstall and reinstall and the projected mileage should show up. Once I did this, I discovered that I was 1.5 miles over what I needed to run on day one. Big win.
Today, I was set to do five miles (a one mile warm up, three miles of fartleks and a one mile cool down).
I arrived at a different trail just after 6pm. I started my warmup with a positive attitude and a goal to finish in an hour. Shortly after the run began, I started experiencing pain in my shins. I stopped to try to stretch them out. That provided relief for a short while. I knew there would be nothing fun about today’s run. At 2.5 miles, Nike told me I was halfway. I grumbled knowing I still had 2.5 miles to go and at my slower than usual pace, also another thirty minutes. At 1.99 miles to go. Nike gave me another distance indicator. Soon after, a bug flew in my nose. I tried to think of a lady like way to extract it, but nothing came to mind. Holding one nostril down, I looked like men I’ve seen in every outdoor sport; I blew hard and just as he flew in….he flew out. It was disgusting but I felt better.
This run reminded me why I prefer to go early in the morning. The heat and humidity were just two additional factors to add to the misery of this run. My ice cold water had adjusted to my body and the outside temperature and only provided relief of being wet. It was no longer cool or refreshing.
At the end, I don’t believe I can recall the last time I was so excited to be done!

Week 1 Day 3
I had another five miles slated for training. When the clock rang, I got up to turn it off and returned to bed. Initially, I told myself I’d lay there for five more minutes. After ten minutes, I decided I wanted to stay in bed and would hit the treadmill after work. Forty five minutes after the alarm sounded, a voice from the bathroom realized my eyes were open and said, “I thought you were running this morning.” I replied. “I changed my mind. I’ll go tonight.” As I heard the shower, I played my day in my head. Conference call 9am. Work 10 – 7:30. Weekly virtual chat with my girlfriends 8pm. There really wasn’t another hour available in the day. So, I got my achy bones out of bed and dressed for my five mile….extremely happy that Nike told me to do my miles easy.
It was already warm since I had waited to go. After the heat of yesterday, I decided to take it to the mill. There was only one person in the gym. It seemed like more, as she insisted on continuing her conversation. I was happy when the person on the other end had to go. All I had to hear after that was the sounds of the machines and our footsteps.
Cross-training tomorrow. And I’m glad about it!

Week 1 Day 4
Cross training was scheduled for today. My activity of choice, yoga. After three days of running, I needed something restorative. Each pose felt fabulous. I ended with my legs propped up on the wall: Viparita Karani. Namaste

Week 1 Day 5
After a day off from running, completing the ALS ice water challenge and a good night sleep, I was stoked about today’s training run. My plan called for an easy four miles with the last mile being faster than the others. My normal displeasure with the treadmill turned around in my mind, as I figured by increasing the speed on the machine, I could successfully accomplish my training run. I started with an extremely easy pace and every five minutes, I increased the speed. With each step, I actually felt stronger. When Nike told me I was at the halfway point, I was still pumped and even though the speed kept increasing, I was surprised to discover that my energy wasn’t decreasing. I was even more surprised that I pushed myself to run the entire time I was on the treadmill. I would say today’s run has been my favorite run in a long time….even though it was on the treadmill. Next up, eight miles.

Week 1 Day 6
It was dark when I arrived at my run location at 6am. My running partner and I ran in the “city” that was illuminated by the street lights. The crescent moon was a sight to see. And just as that sight began to disappear, we were greeted by the beauty of the sunrise. Two miles in, we could see downtown. During a walk break, I said; “One day we’re going all the way downtown.” She unenthusiastically agrred. I knew she was tired and on a great day she would’ve jumped for joy at what’s to come. What she doesn’t know is that I intend for our one day to go all the way downtown to be in no more than four weeks. I hope she doesn’t read this. Lol. As we approached our cars, I decided to take the long way around. Adding a half loop around the parking lot put us at five miles. We got in our cars; her to go home and me to complete the remaining three miles. The temperature had crept up almost ten degrees from the time we began. At eighty degrees, hazy, hot and humid; I opted to finish inside on the treadmill.

Week 1 is done. I’ve experienced lots of emotions already. But, I’m keeping my head in the game. Although this training plan is more challenging than those I’ve used in the past, I’m excited to see the end result. And on the seventh day….I will rest!
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Let the training….begin

It’s about that time. I have another half marathon in less than ninety days. Everything about training will be different. I’m training in a new state, South Carolina. I’ve switched shoes. This time I’m wearing Saucony Omni 12. I went to a new running shoe store and had the soles cut. This technique is supposed to give more flexibility. I’ve worn the shoes for one 5k and quite a few runs. So far, so good. I’m changing my training plan. This time, I’ll be using the Coach on the Nike+ app. This training plan will have me running five times a week. Four days of running is the max I’ve done previously for training. The one thing that won’t be changing is my training partner. Georgia will get to be my ride or die again for the next twelve weeks. This little stuffed frog always brings a smile to my face. I’m sure she’ll be happy to train for a race in her namesake state. Rock n Roll Savannah….see you soon.

Stay tuned for weekly updates on my training.

48 degrees today, 29 tomorrow

Day 1
It has been 13 days since my feet has seen the pavement. I don’t think there is a word grand enough to describe how good it felt to be off of the treadmill with modest weather and the bonus of other runners. I think my body was in shock. I enjoyed the feeling of the fresh air brushing my face. The sounds of the city were a sweet melody and the pitter patter of the group’s feet kept me smiling the whole way.

The fresh air filled my lungs and I felt alive. North Carolina weather is constantly inconsistent so I knew that I needed to take advantage of the heat wave. I keep hearing about a polar vortex that’s supposed to bring cold weather back. I’m sure I’ll be back inside sooner than later.

Day 3
When my alarm sounded at 6am, I looked at the temperature on my phone. It indicated that the outside temperature was only twenty nine degrees. I got dressed anyway so I could run with people again. Adding the facts that it was still dark and the wind, the cold was bone chilling.
I was properly dressed for the cold, but the wind was another story. The tips of my touch screen gloves worked for my hand and three of my fingers. The thumb and pointer which have the touch screen fabric were freezing.
I was too happy that I decided at the last minute to wear a scarf. It worked well as a shield to keep the wind off of my face.
I looked like a running ninja to myself. I’m sure I looked like a robber to the people driving past.

It was frigid….but, I did it!

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What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger

Week 12

Day 1 – To say I’m longing for some sign of spring would be an understatement. I think my feet have forgotten what the pavement feels like. I’m glad I have access to a treadmill but I’m ready to let the cool air caress my face without my eyelids freezing and my hair being covered in ice. Warm weather…..I’ll be waiting.

Day 2 – It’s 9 degrees and the rest of the week doesn’t look much warmer. It’s cold and raining. This weather is better suited for pajamas, snacks, chick flicks and my favorite blanket. But none of that for me. I must tackle this long run since it’s my only day off. Once again I’m going to be boo loving with the treadmill…..for 11 miles.

I dressed in a black running skirt and racer back tee. I know it’s going to take me about two hours, but it will get done. In my mind, I’m psyched and ready to go. My mantra today is “the treadmill is my friend.”

I’ve been doing quite a bit of my training in Georgia and every time I’m there, I have to give myself a pep talk about the hills. I turn on music, I count cars, I pray…..whatever it takes to get through. But today, I discovered I like the hills more than I hate them. Those hill runs made this run doable.
My splits (1)8:52, (2)9:40, (3)9:58, (4)9:29, (5)9:37, (6)10:25, (7)10:10, (8)9:35, (9)10:22, (10)10:16, ten miles with all splits under 10:30, (11)12:07(walked for cool down).

It was tough-really tough, but I did it and I didn’t hate it!

Now, the trek from the fitness center to the house when the freezing cold hit my sweaty skin, that was a different story. Even after eleven miles, that short run was pretty fast.