is the most miserable mile.
3 miles in 46:37
When my runapp spoke at 0.5 mile and said my pace was 17:25/mile, I’ll admit I got a little depressed. I thought back to when I was averaging 11-12 min pace for longer distances and was just about to break the 10-minute pace for under 2 miles. Back-tracking can be heart-breaking.
So for the next 15-20 minutes I fought a lot of negative self-talk.
My lower back was killing me. The outside of the calves (both sides) were on fire every time the grade turned uphill. I’m a little worried about possible peroneal tendonitis. In the back of my mind is the promise to a friend to do a marathon in September. I’m back up to my highest weight in over 3 years.
At mile one, I sent a tweet: “Pushing through the pain”.
At 1.5 - where the trail basically ends - I turned around, thinking that I at least would get the distance, even if it was going to take longer.
Then, right around mile 2, as I was jogging on a bit of flat trail, I crested a hill and realized I took that hill without any pain.
Oh yeah! Then I remembered that I experienced the same thing at last week’s race. Lots of pain during the first half (which was mostly uphill), then the legs started to loosen up and relax and I was able to run almost all of the second half.
So I did. I ran - and actually felt justified in use of the word “run” (vs. “jog”).
I feel so dense for how long it’s taking me to learn things like: maybe I need to warm up more? Walk/light jog for the first 15 or so minutes, then begin. Ok, body. I get it. I’ll learn.
I’m looking forward to my next run when I can put a new strategy to the test.
(Sorry, Doug. Forgot to take pictures again. I’ll try to remember.)
*Thumbs up* for boring, too-long, all-text ramblings! ;)