June 4, 2013 by Amy B
Tonight’s run was later than I’d hoped. Actually, I’d hoped this would have happened at 6am this morning. However, when your iPhone falls into a pile of laundry and the alarm is muffled by a bathrobe, it’s easy to miss that 5:30am wakeup call.
Tuesdays are always bad days for running in our house. Tuesday is traditionally church softball league night. If you don’t get your miles in before work, you’re waiting until after a late game. At least we have more daylight now.
I was going to bail after doing the 4.25 mile loop (nice and hilly) but after getting back to the house, I decided to just suck it the hell up and put in the lats .75 miles. Splits were:
I don’t think that’s too bad for not trying to push the pace terribly fast. That fourth mile is usually my slowest; it’s the steepest and longest climb.
So I’m considering signing up for this:
And being the type of fool who would just not feel right if I didn’t do everything, I’m thinking of doing just that: running all three events over the two day weekend.
I’ve run the 25K run in the past. It was brutal. I was out of shape. I had no idea what to expect and paid heavily for it.
I mean, really. How can I let that result stay out there as the best I ever ran that 25K?
The total mileage for the entire weekend is right around 27 miles. And even though I’ve run 26.2 many times (and in one effort), I’m freaking out a little. I really, really want to do it, but hello? Am I going to be able to pull myself into decent enough shape to cover that distance in about 5 weeks?
That’s the big question out there. I’m willing to put in the miles if I can get to a point where I’d at least be able to survive this thing.
So am I crazy?