My planned "long run" in Kiawah Island last week turned into a 10K jog Saturday before heading back to Georgia. It was the hottest run (about 80 degrees and sunny) I've done since last summer. I ran the first couple miles along the beach, the cut back through the forest trails to our villa. A wintertime marathon in Kiawah is awesome I bet. I will have to add it to the list one of these years.
That being done I ran some at work monday night but got cut short by the ER. I wound up with 5 3/4 miles of farklet-style training. The run was quick, I felt strong. But this morning's 6miler was all-but brutal. My average pace well above 10 minutes. I just don't get it - last week had the pace down to about 9 1/2, now almost a minute slower. Once again I am amazed at my fluctuations. [Note to self I did gorge on pizza and heavy stout beer last night]
I plan to next run Thursday or Friday then a longish run over the weekend (11 is on the marathon training schedule).
Frustrating!
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