Today’s run was shortened. I ran out of steam.
I drove to Memorial Park because the sun was already setting at 6:50pm and I know that my regular 6 mile run would take an hour and 30 minutes–too late. Usually I like running the trails in the dark without any lights except the moon. However, my brother’s godfather just passed away and I’m kind of freaked out that I might see his ghost along the trails; call me chicken.
Memorial Park is surrounded by old beautiful trees that dates back to World War II with a nice circular trail (approximately 2.70 miles) which consists of granite/sand mix. One of the perks of going there is all the people from all walks of life. And marathon training (in my case) is a lonely endeavor, so running with other people sometimes helps fill the need for human contact. No man is an island.
The park is always packed around 5pm-9pm (even Friday’s). There are serious mothers pushing baby strollers out with a vengeance as they run sub seven minute miles to reach a new personal record; muscular dudes that could step out of a Men’s Health magazine cover; girls that are oh-so-beautiful; octogenarians running or walking for their health; and a few very fast runners that are probably training for the upcoming 2012 Olympic Marathon Team Trials in January to hopefully represent United States in London.
And then there are guys like me: the dude who mostly everyone over passes. And I hate it because it nerves me to hear the crunching of gravel get closer and closer as a person comes behind me and then suddenly feel the person right next to me. I then acquiesce my urge to run from my normal easy pace to reaching lactate threshold pace which ruins my goal of an easy workout day.
Is there anyway to solve this problem?
I favor the trails near my house instead of Memorial Park because I am usually alone while running except to meet other lone runners or group of bicyclist every other mile. I enjoy having a one-on-one conversation with nature and the occasional sound of civilization (car honks, radios).
But I think I have to practice humility and let go of my pride. There will always be a faster person than me.
The real opponent is my ego and my flesh which usually tells me it’s sore, tired, and wants to lay down with a nice cold beer.
Today’s run was 3.16 mi, overall pace was 10:38/min. Nice cool weather of 83F. Average heart rate: 167 beats per minute. Legs felt slightly heavy from Saturday’s 8.30 mi long run.
- 9:28 (mile 1)
- 9:48 (mile 2)
- 9:48 (mile 3)
I am surprised by my average time and splits for the past couple of runs because I am an ~11-12 min/mi runner. Perhaps it is due to the cool weather and the not so frequent runs during my base building period this season which helped keep my weight at optimum level? I frequently checked my heart rate during my run and it stayed in the 160s expecting to reach 180-190 due to my unusually fast pace but it never happened.
In conclusion, great workout but disappointed I did not complete 6 miles as I intended. All for the glory of God.