Week 32: 673.5 Miles Down
Back to reality. Back home and realizing my 4-hour marathon goal is likely not gonna happen. My Friday morning long run on a trail near the Berkshire Mall started fun and scenic but turned arduous by mile 11. This on a flat, mostly shady, out-and-back course with killer scenery and nary an interruption. My plan was to keep a steady 9:40 mile pace. No problem through mile 8, mile 9 lagged, mile 10 was on target. Miles 11-13 were all 10+ mins, as I felt I'd rather be sitting in the living room entertaining Mom's chihuahua. The end in sight, I dashed determinedly home, posting a final mile 9:38.
I can make excuses-- I only had Gatorade (twice) and a Powerbar, no water. This was unfamiliar terrain, a "flat" course still not as flat as Chicago. Dad and I drove for a half-hour-plus before the start. Training program and race-day adrenaline should make me faster. But... what if my body's trying to tell me something? Like how the last 8 or 10 miles are really hard and slowing down is natural. Like how I can't completely blame my slow Pittsburgh race on heat and humidity. Like shaving 50 minutes off my marathon time in 18 weeks is a pipe dream.
Here's my nomadic ninth week:
Wednesday
- Central Park's East Drive-West Drive loop is almost exactly 6 miles, 1 mile warm up and 5 miles way off-tempo. It's HUMID out there! And New York is hillier than you'd think.
Friday
- Berkshires visit: Stepping around the wall on my 14 miler. Is it too much to ask the regional authorities to install a dinky water fountain or two?
Monday
- Back home for more speedwork. 8 x 400M with a rest at the halfway point. My splits were on target, some were a few seconds faster. 4.5 miles total
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Week 32: 24.5 miles
YTD: 637.5 miles
On pace for: 1039 miles