Adding a new puppy to your life unexpectedly a has a way of totally upending any plans that you may have had. Since this is Sami’s second week here with us, we’re kind of getting into a bit more of a routine. After a largely nonexistent training week the week before last, last week wasn’t terrible. I got in an easy run, intervals, and a long run, so I guess I got the necessities done anyway. So let’s talk about those three runs a little bit…
The easy run was an easy 5.4 miles. It was supposed to have been 6, but I was in a time crunch. Not much to say about this run. It was easy.
The intervals… well I have a little more to say about the intervals. A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned that I thought I needed to reassess my goal pace. I don’t talk much about pace specifics here because frankly I’m embarrassed by them, but I think I need to put it out there to get my point across for this one. My 5k PR was an 8:38 pace, so until recently I’ve been happy to keep my 400s under 2:10 or so. Well, a couple of times here lately I’ve seen indications that I may be a little bit faster than what I’ve given myself credit for. Last track session, my 6th 400 was 1:54. So when I went back this week for 6 x 400 again, I decided to try to keep them all under 2:05. I kind of shocked myself by pulling off a 1:55, 1:58, 2:00, 1:57, 2:00, and 1:56 with 200 recovery in between. Sigh Sometimes I wonder what I could do if I’d actually push myself and commit to a solid training plan.
Sunday I ran 12 miles. They were uneventful. At 70 degrees, it was hotter than it has been and wiiiiiindy as helllllllll. But with my H20 hydration pack loaded with Nuun and a couple of gels, I made it through it with no issues. Was it as fast as I’d like? Not at all. But it didn’t suck. Then I came home and got the foster pup and walked her for 2 miles on the road behind my house then took her home and traded her out for my two dogs and took them to the park for three laps (2.25 miles). I’m sad to say those are the only meaningful longish walks they got this week. I fucking hate this getting-dark-at-5-pm bullshit. I can’t walk them from home after dark for fear of getting mauled by the coyotes, and going into the park after dark skeeves me out because it’s just too dark and secluded, and I can’t carry my gun into the park.
So anyway, that brings us to this week… It’s race week again. St. Jude is on Saturday. And yet again, I am unprepared. This will be my 13th half-marathon. You’d think I’d have this shit down pat by now, but I have never gone into one feeling like I was properly trained. Sure I can get through 13.1 miles. But will I go out there and kick ass and PR and race to my full potential? Nope! Again. Maybe someday…