This morning, I ran 10 miles with my group. The run went better than last week’s hot mess and my pace improved by 30 seconds.
I’m not saying the run was good, just better. My endurance is in the crapper and honestly, I am really struggling out there. I’m sure it’s a combination of the humidity and my lack of long runs lately. I can’t tell you how many times Brad told me that a water stop was just around the corner to keep me from walking. Plus for the past 6 weeks, I’ve cut my daily carbohydrate intake in half. I know that’s not helping.
After talking with Brad, I decided not to run with my old group. He doesn’t want to take a step back in training and I agree; I think our old group would be a detriment to our pace. So we are going to suck it up…for now.
When we met at 5:30am, our pace leader told us the plan was to run 5 miles at a 10:00 pace, run 3 miles at a 9:00 pace, and then the last 2 miles at a 10:00 pace. He wanted us to practice running faster on tired legs. My legs are already sore from Crossfit last night, so I did not love this idea. I lasted for about a mile and a half before I had to take a walk break, so that 9:00 pace only happened in my dreams. And in the stories I’ll tell other people about this run in the future.
Once Brad and I made it to the water stop at mile 8, the rest of our group was already leaving. Or so I thought. Brad and I were getting ready to run our final two miles when our pace leader came up behind us. He waited for us.
Then I got all nervous that he found my blog somehow and knew I was complaining about him leaving runners. That’s probably not the case, but who knows? It was a little awkward for me.
So the plan for next week is to increase my carbs for breakfast and see how it goes. Also, I usually don’t fuel during a 10-miler but I think it’s probably time to break out the PB&J’s again before I’m found hungry, sweaty, incoherent, and eating grass in a ditch.
I’m glad this run is over and I’m looking forward to it getting easier. There’s always next week, right?