On Tuesday night I had one of those dreams where you're running. Or you're supposed to be running. You're either being chased or you need to be somewhere and you're late or you're running a race (okay, maybe I'm the only one who dreams about running a race). But, no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to move. In my dream I literally felt as though running backwards was the only way to cover any distance. Running felt so awkward and cumbersome.
I fully admit that I probably had this dream due to some trepidation about Wednesday night's tempo run. I hadn't done a tempo run or, for that matter, any run where I was concerned about pacing since my half-marathon on April 11th. Wednesday's run called for a one-mile warm-up, 3 miles at 9:45 minutes per mile, and a one-mile cool-down. I think I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hit that time.
The sky was threatening rain and the radar was inconclusive about lightening in the area. However, the thought of doing a tempo run on the treadmill was less than thrilling. So, I decided to brave the rain and the wind. Thankfully, it barely rained and that was only at about the one mile mark. However, the threat of rain put a little spring in my step and I overshot my time goal.
When I looked down at my watch during my warm-up mile and saw that I was already running at a 9:45 pace, I told myself I needed to slow down. My brain told my legs something else entirely. They sped up. In fact, I went faster than 9:45 for all but my cool-down mile.
Nothing like drinking a lot of water throughout the day, a carb-full lunch, a tasty Muscle Milk Light pre-run protein bar, and the desire to get inside before a thunderstorm to turn you into a speed demon.
Although, to be honest, if you compare this 5 mile tempo run to my last 5 mile tempo run you'll see that they're essentially the same. Actually, this one WAS a little bit slower. Good to know.
Overall although I was pushing it, this run still felt good. That might be a sign that I could be pushing it a little harder. But I'll save that push for my upcoming short races. As evidenced by my first half-marathon, my short distance speed does not translate into long distance speed. However, this run did teach me that I have no idea what 9:45 minutes per mile feels like. Gotta work on that pacing!
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