It snowed during my run last night. Or, as my running buddy Anne said, "It's a freaking blizzard!"
It wasn't really a blizzard. Just some flurries. I told Anne it made her hardcore. Although, I have to admit, having snowflakes fly into your eye while running is a unique experience.
Last night was another tempo run. One mile warm-up, three miles at 9:07, and the last mile and a half cool down. It was also the Asics-sponsored run. While I didn't win any free shoes, they did provide us with Jimmy John's sandwiches post-run. Yum!
At the start of the run I informed the people around me that I would be doing my tempo run. One of the faster women was like, "Oh, I'll stick with you. You're doing 9 minute miles? That sounds good." Uh, yeah, she left us in the dust at the first intersection.
I swear, this group is such a weird mix of people. Most of them are nice but have no clue that they run pretty fast (at least compared to me). Then there are some that are downright running snobs. Like the guy who wrote in our newsletter that running has been dumbed down by people like John Bingham. If I hadn't thrown the newsletter out in disgust I would quote him directly. Ugh.
There was another one of those guys last night who seems to think running slow is "miserable". Well, maybe it is for him but my run last night was outstanding!
Anne stuck with me the entire way even when I had to stop and remove a rock from my shoe (seriously. It's freaking snowing outside and I'm balancing on one foot while shaking a rock out of my shoe and trying not to put my sock-clad foot down on the asphalt). We didn't chat much as I think we were pushing each other. She'd just done a 14 mile run the day before and I was definitely running hard. Actually, a little too hard. All my tempo miles were done significantly under 9:07 and my warm-up and cool down were both under 10:00.
However, every time I run these paces I just keep wondering how in the world I could possibly hold a 9 minute mile for more than 5 or 6 miles. I feel like dying at the end of 6.2 with my pace hovering just under 9:00. Am I really supposed to hold that for 7 more miles???
Only time will tell, I suppose. But no matter what those running snobs say, I'm out there, I'm kicking butt, and I'm hardcore because I run with snowflakes in my eyes.
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