We enter the weird stage of training where it hurts less to run than it does to walk, where it hurts less to run a little faster than it does to run a little slower, and it hurts too much to start back up to consider stopping during a run for any reason (a quick drink, to pee, to tie your shoes).
Last night (it is dark at 6:30) I struck out for an easy 4 miles. My dog-eared, second edition Jack Daniels book says run your easy pace based on your recent race performance. Sadly, that would be around 9mm.
Self coached runners are the worst..this one is, at least. I can take a simple, loose idea of what should be done for training on any given day and twist it around during the course of the run to find myself running in a completely gray area which doesn't stimulate any particular system worth a crap. Faster than an easy pace. Slower than tempo. Shorter than a long run. Longer than a recovery run.
So the 30-40 minute easy run last night turned into over 8 miles at 8:10 average, with mile splits ranging from 8:40 to 7:20.
What good is this?
Physician, heal thyself.
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