My highly unpaid coach agreed with my plan to swap today's 6-mile run for a 13-mile one, writing:
You can do 13 miles by yourself. Easy. Start thinking that way. 13 miles is a lark for you now. It's good that you're doing the last half downhill. (Note: I'll say.) Run negative splits for the last half, at marathon pace or even a little faster.
Well, I am very sorry to disappoint my coach and all of you. Because, in fact, I did none of my 13 miles at marathon pace. Not a single step. Nada.
That's because I would have had to slow down too much to run at marathon pace! Bwaahahahahaha!
Last night, I remembered the Phedippidations Worldwide Half-Marathon Challenge. Which was last Saturday. Officially. But registration was still available, so I signed up.
So this morning I ran 13.1 miles by myself, while listening to the special WorldWide Half Marathon edition of Phedippidations.
I got to the start of the Capital Crescent trail at 7 a.m. It was 37 degrees, crisp and clear. The mist rose off the Potomac as I started the long slow 6.5-mile climb from mile marker 10 to mile marker 3.5. There were a few others on the trail, including a fox, who stopped everyone dead in their tracks until he (she?) sauntered back into the woods. (A fox in D.C.? There's a joke in there somewhere.)
I felt strong. I banished all doubts. Unlike at last month's half marathon where my time was 2:38:00 (12:03/mile).
This morning? My time was: 2:23:16 (10:56/mile).
I'm not sure but I think the reason I had a good run today was because 1) I didn't get enough sleep, 2) I ate crap most of the week, and 3) apparently I can't run fast in a race or when I am actually running with other people.
But that's only a guess.