You’ve got to love your long run; time to yourself to think about anything you like.
I just love the day dreaming, the looking at the sky and ooohing over patches of blue, the tweeting of birds, passing the ‘walk of shamers’ staggering home smoking a fag and clutching a tin of energy drink (them, not me!), the moments I can grab a breather at pedestrian crossings.
I’m working on starting slow, even slower than I am on a bad day, with the idea that I’ll finish with gusto – or at least some fuel in the tank. Kind of worked too, but not in a negative split kind of way.
Today I ran seven miles and finished with the notion I could have gone on. Always good to believe you can do it, even if your body is having a major WTF conversation with itself.
About miles five to six and six to seven I was seriously working hard. Clues: looking at my garmin, seeing 13.05 pace and thinking ‘Oh come on, I am trying here’ – that and my glutes had taken over the hard work. I could tell, I had major bum ache!
However, I still managed to haul myself up a slope and through a hedge, to get off a quagmire track (thank you mountain bikers, always good to see the complete mess you make of anywhere we pedestrians can put a toe).
So the splits: 1. 12:11; 2. 12:19; 3. 12:32; 4. 12:49; 5. 12:56; 6. 13:05, 7. 13:22
In total 1hr 29mins with 710 cals used.
Now I had some crazy notion I’d run a negative split if i started slowly. Hmm.. What I see is a slow but definite slowing. 13:22? Ok, I had to crawl through that hedge but I can’t remember the last time i ran that slowly. Still that’s the point, isn’t it? Slow now, faster later. I hope so because at this pace it’ll take me three hours to finish a half marathon!