Yes, I am way behind on blog posts but I'm committed to journaling each day of training. So I plan to knock out several each day until I catch up...which might mean by the time of the marathon.
This run was my second in the new neighborhood. I was feeling great in terms of my legs and general attitude towards running. I'm still not convinced about how these hills are going to effect my running. I mean we are not talking small grades or long and steady inclines. These things are like the hills you see in San Fran.
I wanted it on this run and took off a fast pace. The first part of the run was basically down a cliff, one I would have to run back up later, so I took full advantage, leaned back into my heels and went full speed down. That was as easy as it was going to get the next mile and half was a gradual uphill grade before monster hill after monster hill. I was determined to get a good time out of this run so I just kept pressing. By the time I reached my next downhill, I was nearly exhausted. Not much more to go at this point.
I turned the corner and faced the cliff that I originally came down, pressed forward on my toes and climbed up. My legs were burning all the way to the top, I realised I hadn't looked at my watch yet so I took a peak. I was averaging under 8min pace, so as much as I wanted to cruise in after the leg crusher, I sprinted the last quarter mile in. Gutted it out.
Results - 5.04 miles - 39:12 time - 7:46 pace
My first coherent thought after I caught my breath was "take that you f--ing hills and wind...wheeze.."