This weekend’s runs have just clicked.
Yesterday, 4 miles with the New York Junior League Run Club. I’ve been a handful of times and always have a fun time when I go. Yesterday, someone asked me if there were pace groups. “Nah,” I said, “we just kind of naturally fall into pace groups.”
We took off together and ended up staying in the lead the whole time. I wasn’t trying to run fast, so it was a nice feeling to be ahead of everyone else. It’s moments like that when I want to pinch myself to remind myself that just a few years ago, I could barely run a mile.
I missed a tempo earlier this week, so today’s run was 7: 2 to warm up, 5 at half goal pace.
I woke up congested from my heater (I know, I need to use a humidifier) and couldn’t get motivated in the morning and then was busy all afternoon.
I’m not rooting for either team in the Super Bowl, so I decided to hit the treadmill and get some work done tonight instead of going to a party. After having had plans the last three nights in a row, I was more than okay with a night at home.
That run wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t supposed to be. Mentally, the idea of seven miles on the treadmill was daunting and so was the pace (8:34.) After the 2-mile warm-up, I was already ready to get off, so I just kept resetting it. 2 miles, 2 miles, 1.5, 1.5…and done. The pace wasn’t easy but once I got going it was only difficult mentally.
How do you make treadmill running less awful? What’s the longest you’ve ever run on a treadmill?