Since the marathon in October, my loving of running has been waning. I still do it, but not with much passion or purpose other than really enjoying sweet treats which need to be burned off somehow. I haven’t been running fast, for me, at all. Most of my runs have been somewhere between 9:30-9:00 min/mile average pace. Uninspired.
Last night was my night. Ella was actually excited to do our bedtime routine. I don’t think. She barely had her pajamas on before she was saying goodnight to Lucky and giving Josh a goodnight kiss and hug. It was pretty adorable. She was down by 7:30 on the dot, which meant I would make it to the gym before 8pm. Yes!
I got to the gym and for once, it was actually not overheated. I could feel a good run coming on. After setting the speed to a nice 9:30 pace for warm-up, I immediately got sucked into Letters from Juliette, or maybe it’s Letters to Juliette. Doesn’t matter. I decided I was going to run for an hour and see where it got me.
Every mile or so I went up in speed so that I ended up with negative splits.
9:30, 9:14, 8:57, 8:34, 8:27, 8:20, 8:06.
It felt so good. The faster I went, the better I felt. I haven’t done a speed workout of any kind in months. I was kind of worried my legs had forgotten how to run faster.
I’m excited to do a longish run this weekend. It’s supposed to be in the 50s, if the wind doesn’t come up like it has been, I may just do it all outside. I have no idea why my natural speed is because every run I did this month was inside. Let me just tell you, the treadmill is getting old.
I managed 95 miles this month which isn’t too shabby considering I’ve just been running here and there when I feel like it, no real goal in mind. I should have been paying attention to how close I was to hitting 100 miles for the first month of the year. Maybe this month.