Okay, so after my eight miles on the treadmill midweek last week, things sort of fell apart for me, mentally. Looking at the numbers, I realize that physically I’m doing okay, but…ugh.
Thursday was sort of a forced rest day, because it was a 12 hour day at work and I can’t seem to get myself out of bed early enough to run most days.
Friday I did 3 miles on the treadmill, and it was tough. Saturday was another 4 miles, also tough. Of course, I should take into account that I did both at a 9:05/mi pace.
Sunday I decided to do six miles, because if I did six miles I’d hit 25 for the week. Not that the number is important, but it was like a dangling carrot that got me through the run. 6 miles at 9:23 pace. Not bad, right? Except that my pacing was all over the map. Even with a Garmin, I can’t maintain an even pace.
This is my pacing fail face.
Realistically I know that I’m doing better and improving all the time. Maybe I should step back and run at an easier pace this week to recharge my brain? (I tell myself this, but then I get all competitive with myself and go fast anyway once I get going. Meh.)
Post-run, I did dorky things like pulling over and taking pictures of the sunset…
And so begins a new week. Happy Monday!
