1 mile @ dog pace
2.26 miles -- 17:58
1:30 @ 9.7mph
Another run! I KNOW RIGHT?!
But, Rose. 2.26 miles? 18 minutes? What the bucket?
So, two things:
1. I was running with Sky;
2. I wanted to see if I could hold a 7 minute mile for 3 miles.
In an effort to attempt 2, I lost 1. He dropped out a mile or so in. I noticed at some point after that, and looped back home to find him. My goal was, clearly, not happening anyway.
It was a bit of a pipe dream. There's a 5k on Saturday where a 22 minute 5k would put me as #1 lady finisher. Which, sweet baby Jesus would be awesome.
But, my lungs aren't quite ready for that yet. At some point it will be easy, but not today. Not this week.
So, yeah. Go slow you guys said. No stress you guys said. And I tried out both this evening.
But, hey, failure felt fine. I head a healthy lung burn. I pushed myself. And, you know, it wasn't a pathetically short run if you add in the dog mile. I don't have to drive 60 miles on Saturday. I don't have to stress out about a race for 6 weeks. Sure, it would be nice to win a race, but I'll find one with a weak enough field for me to dominate. Some day. This Saturday just isn't that day.
In other news, Sky sweat a cat face:
In other other news, there is no other news.
Good night, and good luck.