Saturday, March 01, 2008

ten miler

I got to pull my mileage back this week. ten miles. no big deal, right? well, in theory it's no big deal. but the wind seemed to kill me today. I swear, no matter which direction I was actually running it always felt like a head wind. what's up with that? around mile eight I got pretty tight again.

the good news is it was warm enough to run without tights this morning (but I will have you know it's been snowing all evening). I got my first true run with the skirt. verdict: I love it. it's just like wearing shorts except you don't have all that pesky riding up. plus you get to feel a little flirty out there. who doesn't want to run while feeling like the cutest thing on the block? the only drawback is when I'm stretching out I feel like I may be showing the world my goods. but after the run I tested things out in front of the mirror and in all actuality I'm probably showing off the same amount of skin as I would be in my running shorts. so I'll just have to get over it.

the outside of my right foot hurt during the first mile. that seems to happen when trying to break these specific shoes in. with my last pair this went away completely, so I'm not worried. like I said before, I was tight in the later miles. I think I'm going to start practicing a pre-race warmup so I can get a little routine down for the day of the marathon. it will be good to be a little warmed up and stretched out before I head into this thing. usually I just use the first few miles as a warmup, but I know my race strategy will be completely different for this thing. it will be like I'm actually racing it, not just running it. basically my race day strategy is this: stay with that 3:40 pace group even if it kills me. so I figure being loosened up going into it will only make that goal that much easier.

10 miles; baby pug tree south, west, north, east, west

1 comment:

Chris said...

One of my good friends was running in the NYC marathon and she was neck and neck with this girl who was wearing a pink jogging skirt, pink shoes with pink laces, and a pink tank top. My friend said she kept thinking to herself that there was no way she was going to let this pink Playboy bunny running girl beat her. It came down to the last couple of miles and they were still neck and neck. Then my friend pulled away and beat her at the line. Moral of the story, just don't be "that girl"! I think it was all of the pink that did it, not necessarily the skirt.