I RAN 3.74 IN 43 MINUTES. At an 11:30 pace, I’m pretty sure that is a Personal Worst for me. Many of you, I’m sure, could walk faster.
Before you fall off your chair, I assure you I was trying to keep it leisurely; I even dropped it down a notch whenever I felt my pace starting to creep. It was supposed to be an easy run and I guess I achieved that, but I still thought I was running closer to a 10:30. Shows how much I know. So that’s just a tad embarrassing…
Oh well — I got my run out of the way before sunrise and it was beautiful (high 60s!) and easy and pain-free. What more could I ask for?
At some point I will have to stop blaming my slow pace on “injury recovery” and own up to the fact that I’m just a slow runner.
Somewhat related: I read this article last week about a marathoner who gave up drinking and improved his time by 25 minutes.
Granted, dude was a raging alcoholic. Obviously your pace is gong to improve when you stop getting black-out drunk every night of the week.
But it does make me wonder how much a casual drinker could improve their performance just by laying off the sauce. Personally, I think my bunions have a greater impact on my pace than my drinking habits, but that could just be denial.
I’m not ready to start testing this theory just yet.