You know how they say you should do your long runs at a slower pace than your other runs? That you're not out there for speed, but rather to get your body used to the extended periods of time running?
Yeah, apparently my body works backwards from that.
No! Say it ain't so.
My 7 mile run on Sunday was at a 10:42 pace.....if it hadn't been for the heat and humidity, I could have pushed it more. My legs felt great, no pain at all. My lungs were the ones getting the workout.
Today, 2 miles, 2 measly stinkin' miles. 11:24 pace. And it hurt. My legs are killing me. I'm limping around like I just came from a car accident. If it hadn't been for my legs, I'd have been able to push it more.
(granted, without legs, I'd be crawling down the street - a site for the neighbors I'm sure)
I laid in bed this morning...hitting snooze after snooze after snooze...until I finally got disgusted with myself and got up.
Motivating myself to get out there, to stick with my training schedule, is becoming impossible when I know it's going to hurt 50% of the time. I'm not a gambler. Those aren't odds I enjoy thinking about every time I lace up my shoes.
My physical therapist was stumped today when I told her. 7 miles, no pain.....2 miles, hello Dolly!
Oh well....we'll get it figured out eventually. :-) It was a beautiful morning to be out...pain or not. It was nice and humid, but a cool breeze made it very enjoyable. Before I started running, I hated being sweaty. Now I love it. If anything, it reminds me of the work that I'm doing. The good I'm doing. Can't complain about that!!! :-)
2 miles, 11:24 overall average pace