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| Large dog be like, "see the crazy I have to put up with?" |
Large dog only stuck around for 8 of those 13 miles, mainly because he kept dragging me into ditches so he could stop, turn around, and stare at me like the running jerk that he is. So I ditched him at the house and then did the last 5 on my own. This run was supposed to be at marathon pace (9:20), so let's take a peek how I did:
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| I'm a failure. |
Those two really slow miles are because I had to stop back at the house - once because Mother Nature called yet again and the last time to drop off the ditch-resting dog. But other than that I ran much too fast, which as well know by now is NOT a good strategy for me to actually make it to the finish line without completely falling apart. At least I'm consistent in applying a bad strategy, and consistency is the key. To failing, apparently.
Anyway, let's not dwell on such thoughts. Let's instead dwell on the random thoughts that crossed through my brain as I was running those 13 miles:
- What shoes am I going to wear for my marathon? The lucky shamrock Launch 5s or the Levitates? I can't decide.
- This 30 degree weather in April is so much BS.
- Large dog sure is stopping to pee a lot. Does running destroy a dog's kidneys? I hope not. Something to Google later.
- Did I put on enough Body Glide? I don't want to set the dogs off barking again after I scream in the shower.
- It's only 13 miles. I can run faster than my marathon pace for that.
- Man, I'm getting a little winded. Must be the cold. Or that fact that I'm running too fast.
- I think this base layer shirt has seen one too many long runs. It's bad when I can smell myself.
- Are those dogs going to come eat me? Stay in your yard...stay...in...your...yard......
- I'm so glad I found a new scary story podcast to listen to while running. It's too bad their narrators are extremely annoying.
- Man. I'm really getting winded for some reason. I have to stop for a second. I'm a complete wimp.
- Why am I getting so winded? *looksatwatch* Maybe it's because I should slow the *bleep* down.
- Still not slowing down....let's slow down, legs. Please. Seriously. C'mon.
- Sure, let's bust out the last quarter of a mile at 8:50 pace. Makes sense even though I've been telling myself to slow down the entire time.
- I'm a moron who can't slow down.
So this running too fast thing...right now the plan for my marathon is to run the first 3 miles at a 9:30 pace and then speed up. I'm not holding out high hopes for that plan right now. But hey - what matters right now is that I actually have a plan.
Learnings matter too:
- Right now I'm leaning more towards the Levitates than the Launches. This will have to be a last-minute wardrobe decision, methinks.
- I just have to get disciplined and run the pace I'm supposed to.
- And now let's remind ourselves that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
- And by "road to hell" I mean my marathon course.
- And if you hate bulleted lists, this is a post from hell for you.
Tomorrow's workout: A bike ride and a little weight work.
