I'm getting a little grumpy about my body. Why? Because my hamstring is starting to squawk again. And seriously, if that bugger cannot handle me running a tiny bit faster than I have been, well...Cranky Shelley is going to come out in full force. I'm telling you, it's ridiculous! The most I've run at one time is three miles. THREE MILES. The only thing slightly different I've done is to increase my overall pace a little - it's picked up by about one minute per mile - but I'm still doing 1:1 intervals. And lest anyone thing I'm speeding along, I'm not - well, for me I am, but I'm averaging 13:30/mile. So what the hell, hamstring?? You are being so dumb.
Aside from that hamstring business, running has been really fun. Jenny and I decided that Thursdays are our "push it" days, where we run hard; Tuesdays, we pretty much talk the entire time we're running, so obviously we're taking it easy. Doing the walking warm up before each run has helped tremendously with not having my Achilles/heel/ankle scream at me for the first mile of the run; I'm so sold on this that I'm trying to figure out how to encourage our USAFit peeps to arrive early and get a nice walking warm up in. I have until July to come up with a plan...any suggestions?
On Saturday, Jeff ran with Andi and I. Amy and Julia were off doing a trail run (trail might be a bit of a stretch, but it was off-road, through a pecan farm); five others from our group were either ahead of us or behind us as we all ran. Beautiful weather, nice cool morning, and low humidity - just a lovely day to be outside, running with my friends. I will never be a speedster, I will never have the means nor the body to run a half in all 50 states, I will never win my age group - but none of that is important to me. What I love is the camaraderie and friendship that comes with running, and I'm so grateful that I get to experience that on a regular basis. Now, if my hamstring would just continue to cooperate, that would be peachy.