|Enjoying the rain.|
When Carter went down for a nap I left for my run. It was 75 degrees with a cool breeze. I started off with my 3 easy miles and glanced down at my pace after a half-mile. I was running right at 8:30 pace. I had figured my easy miles would be closer to 9:00 pace. My legs just wanted to take off and run fast. Running 8:30 pace felt slow. I couldn't believe how good I felt as I finished my first 3 miles in an average of 8:25 pace.
With 8:25 pace feeling so easy I knew I would either rock the run or lose steam part-way through. Luckily it was the first, I totally rocked my run! My next 5 miles ranged from 7:50-7:55 pace. Around 6.5 miles in I passed a guy who turned, looked at me, and said "Man, you're fast". It was nice to get a compliment and reminded me of one of the great aspects of running, the community.
As I headed into the last 4 miles I started to pick up the pace even more. Mile 9 was 7:47, mile 10 was 7:43, and mile 11 was 7:35. The last mile of my run was supposed to be a cool down, but I was feeling awesome and around half-way through the run I decided to run the last mile hard instead and log a 9 mile tempo. I realized I was going to finish in an average of 8:00 pace or under for my entire 12 mile run and was tempted to go ahead and run all the way to 13.1 to see what I finish a half in, but decided that was silly since I'm running a half in a couple weeks. Instead I decided to rock out the last mile and couldn't believe it when I finished mile 12 in 7:17. Putting me at an average of 7:55 pace for 12 miles. Runs like this are what I work for, what I train for, what it's all about. It's looking like I'll definitely be able to reach my goal of a half-marathon at 8:00 pace!
After such an awesome run I was feeling fired up and ready to conquer the world. I called Ty to see what Carter was up to and he had just woken up 10 minutes earlier. I couldn't wait to get home and play with our little man.
|Such a perfect face to come home to.|