I was determined to go to the gym and get a run in tonight. I hadn’t run since Sunday which doesn’t exactly bode well for half-marathon training. Fortunately, I’m still early into my training plan, so missed runs aren’t that big of a deal.
I missed a 2 mile easy run and a 5 mile tempo run. At first I was going to do the 5 miler, but I realized that if I did that, by the time I got home, it would be well after 7. Jason and I had plans so I didn’t want to get home too late. So, instead, I compromised and did 3 miles. But not just any 3 miles. I did them fast!
I did the first mile at 7mph, the second at 6.5mph and the last at 6mph. While 6 is not too hard for me, 6.5 and 7 are so I was pretty proud of myself for keeping up the pace. When I run outside, I usually run negative splits without trying to do it on purpose. It just takes me a while to get into the groove of things. But here, I did the opposite. Positive splits, if they’re even called that, seem to be much easier on the treadmill. It’s like there’s a reward at the end of each mile, a slower mile that follows.
Every time I run faster than my normal pace, I realize that, while it is hard, it’s not impossible. I can, in fact, run an 8:34 mile. Sure, I feel more tired than if I’m running a 10:20 mile, but I don’t feel like I’m sprinting and about to die. The tricky part is making myself add speed to my runs as they get longer. Because a speedy 3-miler is much easier than a speedy 6-miler. I guess that’s what actual speed workouts, with recovery laps, are for.
Ever since I got into running, I’ve always been way more interested in distance than speed. I’m a decent endurance runner. But, I really would like to become a faster one.
So, Jason and my big plans for the night? Get ready for some excitement.
First we went to Lettuce Souprise You. All of my friends make fun of me for liking this place, but it’s a big salad bar, what’s not to like? Fortunately, Jason likes it too and we often meet for lunch there since it’s sort of in the middle of our offices. However, tonight, we decided to go for dinner.
And then a trip to Trader Joe’s. We used to live 3 miles from ol’ TJ’s and I used to go all the time, but since we’ve moved to Tucker, we don’t go quite as often – maybe once a month. As we were walking in, I told Jason, “Salad and Trader Joe’s. This is like my perfect Friday night.” Sad thing is that it’s true!