I think I have a race pace goal. Today’s scheduled training was 6 miles at marathon pace. Which sounds good, right? Except I had no idea what I wanted that pace to be. I’m not very consistent when it comes to pacing, and run/walking doesn’t help. So I basically just set out to kick my own ass tonight and then I accomplished it.
I’ll be the first to admit that I looked like death warmed over while I was running. (Because if I didn’t admit it, I’m sure Jon would rat me out.) But somehow, I managed to crank out 6 miles, 2 at a time, with water breaks in between… at a pretty respectable pace for me.
Miles 1 & 2: 23 total minutes
Miles 3 & 4: 26 total minutes
Miles 5 & 6: 25 total minutes
And the last mile? 10:59. Yes, I know that means mile 5 was 14 minutes… but it also means I was able to kick it into high gear when I didn’t want to. Overall, that puts my pace at about 12:21. A 12:35 pace will get you a 5:30:00 marathon time. While I am not setting my sights on 5:30 just yet, that 5:something is feeling a little more attainable. It’s going to take a lot of weeks of kicking my own ass. It’s going to be extremely difficult to accomplish without my running buddies beside me.
But maybe, just maybe… I can do it.
Forward is a Pace 