You could probably tell by the very small number of posts since school started in September that I was a very, very, very busy girl. It couldn't possibly have been that I'd run out of things to chat about. Yeah...like THAT would ever happen.
But being busy? Yes, that I was... So though I was too busy to write, and far too often to busy to even run, I still managed to run a 1/2 marathon with Walter and the herd in October and our favorite Shelter Island 5K in November.
But I've been holding out on you. The thing that I really haven't written about is how even though I've done minimal training this fall, for some reason, somehow, in some way, I'm starting to get (dare I say it?)...
Faster (shhhhhhh don't tell anyone...)
I'm not much faster mind you, and compared to some of you, I'm still a downright turtle, but it's becoming apparent to me that my comfortable long run pace is now somewhere int the 10:30 - 10:45 pace range and my long-slow-run pace is around 11:00 to 11:30.
Yep, I am a veritable speed-demon.
When I was doing speed intervals on the 'mill the other morning, I ramped up the top pace was 7mph (8:45 pace) and the recovery pace was (5.6 mph) (10:30 pace)...and the top pace wasn't even all that difficult.
In short, I ran fast (for me) and I didn't go flying off the 'mill like a Biggest Loser contestant in week one (BTW...that's gotta hurt).
But this marginal success in getting faster does lead me into some rather dangerous thinking about the "what ifs..."
- What if I could run a 5K at a 9 minute pace
- What if I trained and could run a 1/2 marathon at a 10:30 pace
- What if I trained and could run another marathon in under five hours (now that is some really crazy talk), but I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind.
So, I've spent a LOT of time in the last two years either being hurt, or recovering from being hurt, or doing something foolish that would ensure that I would soon be hurt again.
But, I really don't want to go into this round of the SDTC Rockin' and Runnin' program with an injury again (nor do I want to get injured in the third week again), so I do need to be smart about this.
I do have such lofty goals, don't I?
In other news...The annual Heffer Holiday Bash was Wednesday night.
|Elsie, Betty, Mik and I each chose four of our favorite running songs and put them on a CD with an invite for everyone to join us for a run this year.|
|Mona and Abbey|
|Momma and Abbey|
|Abbey's Mommy (Clarence) and Alberta and (of course) Abbey (who was taking a little nap)|
|Me and my fave snuggle baby|
|"Aw mom...the party's just started...I'm not ready to go home yet!"|