I ran six miles in Eagle Creek last night on very clean, very dry, very non-ice covered roads.
I finally broke 59:00 which is a Pretty Big Deal for me, especially considering the park has a couple of decent hills. My previous six mile PR was 59:26, and on a flatter road. This was the first time I’ve been able to keep every mile under 10:00.
I probably started out too fast, then I hit the hills on the way back and really had to push. But I had that nice barfy feeling when I was done and I was thrilled to see only nines on the Garmin.
I know most of you run faster than me, but blow me: it was 15° outside and I felt like a superbadass.
I jumped in the car and took off without stretching and got a crazy muscle spasm on the way home. Another one later on in my foot. I haven’t had any of those in a while so I don’t know if it was just the cold, the not stretching, the superbad run or what. But before I drank a beer, I ate a banana. Safety first.
I’d like to do an easy four or five miles today. There’s a 5k Saturday morning that I signed up for months ago and then promptly forgot about. It’s the first run of the half-marathon training series and there will likely be jillions of annoying people there who don’t understand the concept of pace groups. It will probably give me some good fodder (read: whining material) for the blog and that’s about it.
Yes, I sign up for popular 5ks fully knowing I’ll be surrounded by noobs and jerks. And I complain because I think I’m funny, but I assure you in real life I am delightfully, blissfully happy.