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I can't figure out this running thing. After struggling for so long, I had my best long run yet on Saturday. Who knows why - I can't believe it really boils down to temperature, although everything seems to point that way. We ran 11 miles and pretty much everything about the run was perfect, from the very cold morning temperature of 44 degrees, to the amount of layering I guessed at wearing (it's been so long since I've had to wear warmer clothes that I'd forgotten what I should wear), to the not-quite-as-hilly route, as well as our fueling along the way (we've thrown in a Honey Stinger Waffle, or cookie as Jeff calls it, in place of one of the GUs), and our steady pace - the only glitch was the dead deer lying on the side of the road that startled me when we came upon it in the dark (poor little Bambi).
The run went so well that we kept being surprised when our Garmins rang in another mile - we hit 4 miles, and then it was 7, and then 9, and boom - we were done! A run like this does so much to not only restore the faith in my running ability, but also is a huge confidence booster for our upcoming race. If I can run 11 miles, surely I can run 13.1, right?
I ran more miles than I have fingers, so I had to hold up my Garmin to show the distance!
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Yesterday Jenny and I had a good run. Finally! It was another cool morning - just 40 degrees when we set out. We walked for about half a mile to warm up, and then set out to run 3 miles by way of 1.5 out and 1.5 back. As it turned out, most of the way on our "out" path was downhill, which of course meant that we'd be running uphill the whole way back. We ran in comfortable silence for a while, and then I said "If I were Oprah, I'd have a driver waiting at the bottom to take us back up to the top." Jenny countered with "If I were Oprah, I'd have someone else do this run for me" - that's Jenny, always thinking a couple of steps ahead! Since neither of us magically turned into Oprah, we finished the entire run with an average pace of 12:37, which, considering how we've been running together lately, is a miracle.
Tomorrow I'll get another 2 miles in, although not with Erica, as she hasn't been feeling well. Luckily for me, Jeff is in town this week so I'll run with him. And then, one more long run on Saturday, followed by several hours of a coma. We live the wild life, yes we do!