I went for a 6-mile "steady" run. I was feeling lethargic and bleh, so in my mind, I decided that I'd run the first mile in 10:45, do 10:30s for the middle 4 miles, and use the last mile to "catch up" - I'd run it in 10:15. Perfectly paced.
That is NOT what went down.
Apparently I had forgotten to inform my body of this plan. It was shocked and pissed that I had forcibly extricated it from the couch and decided that it was going to do whatever the hell it wanted during this run.
Things started off okay...a little faster than planned, but whatever. Who complains about going too fast? Not this girl. But I lost control after mile three. My legs took off like a steaming locomotive. I think there might be a tractor beam hidden in my couch and it was pulling me back to the mother ship. I kept getting faster and faster as the run progressed (although I could tell I was tired from last night's hills (Oh yeah, I forgot to blog about that. I ran 7 hill repeats last night - it rocked (hey look, more nested parentheses!)), as I wasn't getting too close to my "tempo" pace until the last mile). I even scolded myself mentally during the last mile when I looked down to see that my mile pace was 9:30...I slowed down for about a minute and finally said "Screw It" and just ran. I was ready for the run to be over.
And soon enough it was.
4/3/08
Mile 1: 10:34
Mile 2: 10:40
Mile 3: 10:34
Mile 4: 10:14
Mile 5: 10:10
Mile 6: 9:42
Average pace: 10:19
Total time: 1:01:59
Average HR: 165
Three words to describe this run: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
That is NOT what went down.
Apparently I had forgotten to inform my body of this plan. It was shocked and pissed that I had forcibly extricated it from the couch and decided that it was going to do whatever the hell it wanted during this run.
Things started off okay...a little faster than planned, but whatever. Who complains about going too fast? Not this girl. But I lost control after mile three. My legs took off like a steaming locomotive. I think there might be a tractor beam hidden in my couch and it was pulling me back to the mother ship. I kept getting faster and faster as the run progressed (although I could tell I was tired from last night's hills (Oh yeah, I forgot to blog about that. I ran 7 hill repeats last night - it rocked (hey look, more nested parentheses!)), as I wasn't getting too close to my "tempo" pace until the last mile). I even scolded myself mentally during the last mile when I looked down to see that my mile pace was 9:30...I slowed down for about a minute and finally said "Screw It" and just ran. I was ready for the run to be over.
And soon enough it was.
4/3/08
Mile 1: 10:34
Mile 2: 10:40
Mile 3: 10:34
Mile 4: 10:14
Mile 5: 10:10
Mile 6: 9:42
Average pace: 10:19
Total time: 1:01:59
Average HR: 165
Three words to describe this run: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
Labels: Running
2 Comments:
The single reason I will tolerate a treadmill is the forced pacing.
but really you can't complain when you run your last mile a minute faster than your first!
Danielle has a great point, at least the splits were negative (except the first one!)
Seriously though, sometimes the Garmin is just for a "really? I did that?" than a tool to keep me on the right pace. My runs, well - the non-treadmill variety anyway, generally do what they want to do and I'm just along for the ride. I really need a HRM!
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