Today I set out to do an easy jog of 3-4 miles. I didn't anticipate having a hacking cough, or worse, diarrhea- but I had both (don't worry, no pictures). Just for good measure, throw in the shard of glass that I can't dig out from the ball of my foot. So I set out after the gym with an easy stride. It was wet out, but 40-degree temperatures were a welcome change from the recent deep freeze.
Mile One beeped on my watch and I was shocked to look down at a "7"- 7:57, that is. I wanted to run some easy negative splits for my miles, but I guess I went out way too hard? I kept the same easy stride going and Mile Two clicked off at...7:43? Strangely enough, these were two of the fastest miles I've run all year. Mile Three started in Hoboken right around the same time the water from the gym started sloshing in my stomach with nothing left there to absorb it (see stomach issue, above). This combined with the constant hopping up and down curbs, trying not to get hit by cars (typical Hoboken run) slowed me down a bit for the final split at 8:42.
My legs didn't feel bad in that last mile, which is definitely encouraging with Sunday's five-miler approaching. You can never gauge what pace you should be running on a trail, there are just too many hills and technical aspects. Road pace, however, does give you a feel of how hard you can push yourself on race day. I surely will end up shuffling up the hills and bombing down them recklessly, as usual. Hopefully I'm getting a feel for what I can do in between..
Splits:
7:57
7:43
8:42
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