I wrote about a week ago about my first ever 5K and how well it went. I was really surprised that I was able to cut the race below 30 minutes as I was aiming for even ten minute miles which would have put me right at 31. (And yes I know how bat crap crazy it is that I ran two marathons before ever running a 5K, just realize I’m unique and move on. Trust me, it is easier that way.)
Well post race I enjoyed my weekly rest day on Friday. I found I enjoy resting so much more when I replace my hour run with an hour nap. It’s heaven and makes me feel way better about not running. Try it. You’ll thank me. Rest day = Nap day
Then on Saturday my weekly “long run” (which was only 6 miles as I am very slowly easing back into marathon training) was horrid. One of my slowest runs in the few weeks since I have been able to run again – Nothing clicked. It was miserable. However, I told myself we all have bad runs and pushed through.
So on Sunday when I took off to run at about 7:00 at night I was not expecting this:
First of all, I usually run better in the morning than at night.
Also, I always race better than I run. The competition speeds me up a bit.
So how in the heck did I do this?…
I was amazed and beyond proud when I cut my 5K at a 9:36 average and then turned around and ran not 3, but 4 miles, at a 9:33 average all on my own just through my neighborhood. What?!?
It wasn’t easy – I pushed really hard the whole time, but I felt great seeing each of those mile splits.
Don’t get me wrong I still have bad runs (don’t we all), I am still in pain and see my sports chiro once a week, and this is still nowhere near the 9:00 min miles I used to run…
but, I am seeing progress and I am very happy with that.
This is the fastest I have run in almost two years, since my string of injuries started, without having T there to pace me.
Not where I once was, but hopefully proof that a comebetter is in my future.
So happy! (Insert jumping, screaming, dancing, singing here.)
Do you ever really surprise yourself on runs?