May 10: First attempt at 9 miles. 1:54:11. Only made it home because Tyler was going to be late for work. Tired. So tired. Walked long stretches after I hit the 7.5-mile mark. Relied on water fountains dotting the route.
May 26: Second attempt. 2:04:09. Brought my own water but run was slightly worse. Wall came at 7 miles. By the time I got home, I was limping slightly and had taken off my shoes, thinking it would make my feet hurt less.
June 7: Third attempt. 2:08:43. So much better. I didn't watch my calories yesterday and ate pasta for dinner last night. I brought water, shot blocks and grapes. Only walked up one hill, a little bit half-way through as I was fishing the shot blocks out of my backpack, and once when Tyler called to ask where I had hidden the HSA card that I told him I would give him before I left but didn't. I had to take a bathroom break around 7 miles, but the park is right on my route. My feet didn't hurt, my legs were fine. I reminded myself to pick up my feet to increase my speed, but it seems it didn't work.
Why am I getting slower?
2 comments:
Just remember that running 9 miles is running 9 miles no matter how fast/slow you run it. It is still something that very few people dare to even attempt.
Keep running! And no worries about not saying hi on Saturday. I realized that you didnt see me:)
9? NINE???
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