A Successful Day Of Long Slow Distance Running Training. Benefited Mentally From A 13.35 Mile Run (Even If My Trousers Ripped).
Today’s long run was excellent. I’d set out to do a half marathon and ended up running 13.35 miles at an easy 10:13 min/mile pace.
Given how difficult last weeks 11.2 miler was, I did not have high hopes for today. But thankfully my fears were unwarranted. It went perfectly from start to finish and at no point felt like stopping.
Even at mile 13, I felt strong, which is why I went out and made my last full mile my fastest at 9:35.
Distance vs pace on the long run (part 2)
On long runs I still struggle with distance vs pace. Part of me is unhappy that I didn’t just keep to the 10:15 min/mile pace and run 14 miles instead.
As I said yesterday, I can’t seem to win with this in my own mind at least. I’m either going ‘too fast’ and worried about burning out at the end or going too slow and cheating myself.
I don’t care tonight though. I achieved what I’d set out for myself yesterday. If I keep increasing my long run by between 0.5 and 1 mile a week, then I’ll be in great shape for my 4:30 target finish at Paris.
The 10 minute mile is quickly becoming an easy pace for me. But I’m not stopping there. I need to keep pushing towards the end of runs and not stopping on a plod.
Crime of the century, my trousers ripped on the last mile….
The only downside to today’s long run was violent leg chaffing at mile 13. It was that bad that my trousers promptly ripped, making them now unwearable (at least, if I want to stay out of prison).
To try to express my grief, I went to Twitter to tell the makers INOV-8 of my experience.
Don’t get me wrong I can’t fault the trousers or inov8.
With the way I run, it’s a miracle that they lasted as long as they did. I’ve ran 10 half marathons and 2 full marathons in them. If you look I’m wearing the same ones in each of the race photos of me over the past 2 years.
We’ve been through a lot together.
I’d ritually set fire to them as part of a funeral ceremony, but knowing how toxic and corrosive my sweat is, I’d probably blow the fucking street up.
I’ll just throw them in the bin with the rest of the garbage.