Technically it was 6.39 miles, but “six-point-three-nine-mile saturday” just doesn’t have the same ring.
I had a fantastic run on Saturday. Before the run, I “pre-hydrated” by drinking two cups of Gatorade. It was about 40 degrees and sunny – very in-between weather! I opted to wear long pants and long sleeves, although I probably could’ve gotten away with much less.
The first mile felt great – really great. On many (most?) of my runs, the first mile is challenging. I push myself, but it takes that first mile to find my rhythm. When the first mile goes well, I notice – and Saturday’s first mile went really well.
The next couple of miles flew by. The weather was beautiful, my legs took on a mind of their own, and all was right in the world.
Pausing at 3.2 miles for a photo op.
Mile 3.5 to mile 4 or so was incredible. Granted, it was downhill, but I took advantage of it and really pushed myself. It was just amazing. My pace improved – 10:14 at one point!
Especially when I’m running long, the last mile is often challenging. My legs are tired, my feet are sore, and I have to remind myself not to give up. I’m not sure if it was because I decided, long before this run, that the last mile was going to be fine, doggonit!, but it was not bad. Not bad at all. In fact, I found enough in the tank to push myself to run faster! It wasn’t as fast as my earlier pace (more like 11:30), but I’m still quite pleased.
If only every run could be as good as this!