I wanted to jog one mile faster than the pace I ran the 10k. I used to run at 7 or 7.2 mph consistently. At that pace, a 10k was easy.
Today, as I alluded to, the goal was one mile. I started running and felt the pace was decent, not to mention mostly downhill. Soon after starting I realized I would burn out if I didn't slow down. I slowed down. I was still sucking wind. After what turned out to be 0.74 miles, I stopped. Sooooo annoyed. When I got home I calculated the speed. It was 6.8mph.
That might seem good compared to what I used to do. But the Type A guy in my head saw only an epic fail. Not only did I fall short on speed, I couldn't make one lousy mile at that speed.
The rational part of my brain tells me that I did a good job and that this run shows, with a little training, I can get back to speed. That part of my brain is hard to listen to. That's just me.
Tomorrow the plan is to hit the gym and run on a treadmill. That will allow me to see how I feel at different paces. I will start at 6mph and go from there.
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