12 mile pace run

We did a 12 mile pace run at a 8:30 pace... yeah that's right..... Well, we can say whatever we want since I had a Garmin malfunction. I got the first 6 miles which was a 8:50 pace.. but I somehow hit the stop button again shortly after starting the second loop. Of course I was struggling to begin with since I was using Jim's old Garmin since mine was out of battery. Once again proving Christy's belief that Garmin's are always out of battery.

Thanks again to Mike and Jill for running! Mike did a great job of keeping the conversation going and Jill did a good job of swearing under her breath instead of yelling at me for going to fast!

Hills return

The spring weather got in to my bones yesterday... making me in the mood for hills. Well, actually I am never in the mood for hills, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Or maybe it was payback for all those people who thought they were being smart by not running with me on Monday thinking I would want to do intervals. HAH! Fooled you!

I realized today that we have a pretty good complement of runners.

We have a Physical Therapist and two nurses to help us with our injuries
a Dietitian to help with what foods we should eat
a Speech Pathologist to help us learn how to speak when it is so cold out that our lips freeze
a Workers Comp person to tell us how we can attribute our running injuries to work
a bank person to show us how to get loans to pay for our running shoes and entry fees
a purchaser to tell us where to get the best deals (I had to THINK on that one Mike!)
Now we just need a podiatrist and a massage therapist and we have it made!

Afternoon run

I discovered today that I am no longer an afternoon runner. It was a beautiful day despite a strong wind, but the first mile was hard. I felt like I was back in my newbie days since I had to mentally chant to myself "It gets better after the first mile. It gets better after the first mile". It did take awhile, but it greatly improved when I ran into Mike who was also ready. And nice guy that he is, he joined me for the next 3 miles. That or he knew he was in deep doo doo since he had abandoned me this morning and yet, here he is running. Hmmmm... apparently 8 more hours helped his knees recover.

It did turn into a good run.. despite feeling like I was struggling I had a good pace. So, I was pleased at the end, but not enough to go back to afternoon running.