Anything over 5 miles is painful.

But it was a pretty good run this morning!

6.3 miles in exactly one hour and 12 minutes, which I'm quite proud of considering last year at this time, I was running 5 miles in exactly one hour and 12 minutes. I'm still at the very back of the pack...but I'm choosing not to focus on that and instead reveling in the personal achievement of shaving off 34 seconds per mile.

And here I am, having run, socialized after, and driven home, and it's all of 7:47 am.

(The marathoners are running 20 today. God bless 'em.)

The Best-Laid Plans

I thought I was going to run last night to make up for Wednesday's travesty, but that didn't happen. I was tired on a scale I cannot easily hyperbolize.

But I got to thinking...in one 8-day period, ending with the 12 mile run last Saturday, I ran 28.5 miles. No wonder I was tired!

This week is a back-down week anyway. A mere 6 miles tomorrow. (How weird that I'm at the point where running 6 miles is a "short" run.) So I'm OK with letting my legs rest a little. It'll be back to business next week...

Crash and BUUUUUURRRRNNNNN

What just happened? That was damn near dispiriting. I think that was the worst run of this entire training season. It just wasn't in me. I couldn't do it. The only thing I can equate it to is the first run after being very, very sick. That's what my body felt like. Weak and shaky and overall not good.

I did 3.6 miles in 37:48, but I had to stop twice to retie my shoe and then a third time to take off my top shirt because I was DYING of the heat (which is never usually a problem for me! and it wasn't all that warm out anyway!).

I might still be tired from the weekend, but I'm not ruling out my diet, either. I typically eat some form of pasta 6 or 7 days a week, but the past two nights, I've had really low-carb dinners (Mexican last night and a hamburger casserole thing tonight). So that couldn't have helped matters...

Whatever the problem was, my body did not like and decided not to cooperate with me tonight. Bad, bad run.