The good news is that my melodramatic striking down with metatarsalgia seems to be over…a lot of frozen peas and an extra rest day and I’m pain-free. I’ll keep on with the icing for a while though…phew, I thought I was crippled.
I wasn’t crippled so I celebrated with 12 miles very early on Sunday morning. I waited, in my running gear, until it was light enough for the Husband (he wouldn’t let me run in the dark, which I found incredibly sweet). And then I was out. I wore my old watch and had planned a 6 mile out-and-back, and so I set off. I hoped to be at the turnaround point by 54 minutes (or 55 at the latest) so was gutted to arrive there at nearly 58. I’d pushed the pace as hard as I could all the way, trying to hold a decent speed for the entire run instead of alternating fast/slow miles. And 58 mins wasn’t good enough.
I ran back, pushing harder and thinking dark thoughts about Nike Plus, wondering if they’d short-measured all my long runs and if I was much slower than they had led me to believe. I plotted angrily to buy a Garmin on Monday morning and grumbled inwardly. As I ran back into my town, I realised that, early on, in my sleepy haze, I’d run a slightly different route than I’d planned originally, I wondered if that had made a difference. And it did. I got home, measured my actual route online and had done 12.5 miles instead of 12. Aha!!! 12.5 miles in 1.52.33 at a 9.00 pace exactly. I was flipping happy with that – and grinned all the way through my mad dash to go from Runner Girl to Church Girl in thirty minutes! Still on track for sub-two in five weeks’ time.
In other scenes this weekend….we went on a fab bike ride with some friends around a local reservoir. The Dude decided he would rather go in his trailer…so the Husband had a particularly hard workout, especially when the Dude’s little buddy decided to hop in too. Eight miles took us about three hours – cycling is slow with two toddlers. Hardly gold medal winning but a lot of fun.
And finally, because I’m a proper runner now, I took out a subscription to Runners World. I know it’s ridiculous but this does make me feel like a proper runner. SLAP ME NOW!