Yeah so, I bought a GPS watch and I’ve been geeking out over it ever since.
Don’t hate me. I’ve ridiculed you people mercilessly about these things (you didn’t know it, but I did). Turns out I was jealous! Yep. And now I’m apologizing. (It’s not the first time I’ve had to eat my words, and they taste so good…)
Yeah, that’s the label — I thought since I myself will never see a 7:56 pace on this thing, I’d better capture it for posterity.
I had several revelations during my run today that I would like to share with you.
1. What I thought was 1.5 miles was so not – it was much closer to two. No, that doesn’t explain why I still run craptastically slow in all my races but it did make last night’s run freaking fantastic.
2. I didn’t realize how fast I start out. Maybe that’s what’s been killing me halfway through (please god say that’s what’s been killing me halfway through). What I thought was a nice leisurely jog turned out to be a 9:15 pace (shut up, that’s fast for me okay?). So I slowed waaaay down and ended up maintaining a pretty steady pace and even having some leftover for the last mile.
3. I think this little doohickey might actually improve my running. Whenever I saw my pace start to creep up past 10:00, I sped up. Never underestimate the power of shame to strengthen and motivate.
Very important stuff.
I could be in a self-absorbed, culturally oblivious and vaguely sexist narrative about a girl who goes on a journey and learns important things. It’d be called Curse Drink Run.
Let’s celebrate! Beers are on the house (meaning you bring the beers and I will let you drink them for free in my house).