Saturday: 1 mile warm up, 4 pace miles @ 7:53min/mile
I did my warm up with the dog through the neighborhood, then the pace miles on the treadmill. I wanted to see how it would feel. I was a little scared. What if it was too fast and I couldn't do it for even four miles? What if I was being too ambitious?
Oh my god this run was awesome. It was easy. Almost too easy. My legs felt great. I felt awesome the whole time. FUCK yeah. I can totally do this for more miles. This is a good pace for me for now. Phew.
Sunday: Long run, 8 miles.
Oh, yeah, pouring rain. The whole time. Flooded streets. Wading through flooded streets. Rain coming down sideways.
I had an amazing time out there, but nothing came away dry.
I had to wring out my clothes before I let myself back in the house so I didn't drip everywhere. I would have stripped down right there but I didn't want to perv out the neighbors.
After both runs I did my homework from my trainer, which included foam rolling, stretches, and negative pull ups.