It was COLD.
But thank God, no wind.
So I bundled myself up, and met up with the trail snails across from Old Angler's Inn on the C&O Canal Towpath. I am digging running with this group. Because? I am fast in this group! Seriously. I've been running with one other chick, J., who is just a teensy bit faster than me, so she pushes me just enough. And we're totally in front of everyone else (not that that matters. But I gotta admit, it feels damn good!).
So, here's what we've done together:
11/15: 7.5 miles in 1:26:05 (11:29/ mile)
11/22: 8 miles in 1:37:00 (12:08 / mile) (OK, I totally slowed us down)
11/29: 9 miles in 1:47:13 (11:55 / mile) (Here, too)
And then this past Saturday, J. and I were joined by a jolly fellow, B., and his faithful dog. B. runs this route often and he said he is always trying to beat himself. So I prepared myself to be Left. Behind. Once. Again.
Instead what happened is he pushed us! But not too hard, and not too fast. He pushed us just enough so I didn't die.
On Saturday, we did:
10 miles in 1:56:00 (11:36/ mile)
Around mile 7 I
I think this is the first time I've ever—EVER—run, really really RUN ten miles without screwing around walking!
That bodes well for my half on Sunday. Not to jinx things or anything. I am still aiming for 2:30, and am still woefully unprepared. (Please don't let it be windy.)
In other news, I'm faithfully following the 100 push up challenge, and—HOLD ONTO YOUR HATS—I am up to SIX PUSHUPS!!
So, here's Saturday's splits, just because I find them endlessly fascinating. Now you can too!
mile 1: 12:02
.5: 5: 5:26
break: 3:00 (O.K. people had to do things)
8 & 9: 23:40