However, as soon as I picked up the pace, I felt awful. I just couldn't get into a good groove. My awesome I-am-runner-hear-me-roar feeling quickly turned into this:
I am not sure what the deal was. The temperature tonight was under 80. The humidity wasn't too high. The dewpoint was only 69 . But for some reason, I just couldn't catch my breath. After the first half-mile at tempo pace, I started to break the rest of the run up into half-miles, then into quarter-miles. By the end, I was counting down the tenths. I *never* do that, but I just wanted to be finished.
As I ran, I kept coming up with
And what do you know? I did!
Here are my splits:
My tempo pace is supposed to be around 8:30/mile, so I am not exaggerating when I say that I killed it. Quite proud of myself! But wow, did it hurt. Why didn't I just slow down a bit, and get closer to my tempo pace? Well, I knew if I slowed down at all, though, that I would likely start walking. That's how crappy I felt. So I just went with the crappy feeling and embraced it.
My calf/shin is feeling pretty good today. I am excited; I found a new way to roll my inner calf, where all of the discomfort is. Basically I roll it like I am rolling the back of my lower leg, but I point my toe inward, and my leg rolls in so that I hit the inner calf. HURTS SO GOOD! (I had to explain that term to my 8-year-old son tonight as I was almost in tears while rolling post-run.)
Check out my 3-year-old son rolling after I finished:
He is so cute! Here's another picture, so you can see his big ol' grin after he finished...
I love my kiddos! They definitely keep me young... or something like that.