I went out for a run yesterday. It took some motivating to get me out the door, but without trying and even really realizing it, I came out way too hard and some 2 miles in, I was running a cool 8:30 pace. I know that while once upon a time I was there, right now I just am not... and while its good to go there in terms of getting my body used to speed again, its not something I am going to be able to sustain for long. Its why speed training gets done in intervals and fartleks. But the thing is, my legs just kept going there and cardiovascularly it was taking a toll. You could see on my heart rate monitor that I am up easily into the top of my threshold levels, so it came as no surprise that at 2.5 miles, I fell apart again and just wanted to walk. My brain was trying to slow me down and just pace in the high 9s and get a nice run out of it, but my body was going to go either full throttle or not at all. The whole thing just became this battle. And the very last thing I felt out of all of it was anything close to a marathoner. So I gotta tell you, the whole thing proved really discouraging.
This afternoon I am going to drag my bike out again. But the truth is, my motivation is really slippery right now. Maybe signing up for some races this summer will help. I don't know.
Lastly, I finally got the cd of professional pics from the marathon. If nothing else, in spite of the foot cramp and sunburn in the making, I looked awfully darn happy to be out there....
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