And onward I go

I ran this morning...2 1.87-mile loops for about 3.75 miles total in 28:30 (14:45; 13:45). I need to get my mind back in order. Onward I go.

I took off Sunday. I had an initial change of heart, but then bagged it.

Saturday I decided to redeem myself. I took my son to the track, figuring I'd do 4x1600, and he'd do the first 1000 or 1200 with me. He chose 1000s. I ran the first in 6:00, the second in 5:59, the third in 5:54, and the fourth in 5:35. I took no more than 7:00 in-between each. I had planned for 6, but the walk around the track took longer than expected. A lot of rest, I know, but I deperately needed a successful workout. All repeats were run in very even splits: 3:00/3:00; 2:59/3:00; 2:57/2:57; 2:45/2:50. DJ ran a couple of seconds ahead of me, hitting the 800 in 2:58, then 2:57, and then 2:54. He stopped 250 meters into the fourth one due to Achilles pain. Sound familiar? Now it's rubbing off on my son.


Friday was awful. I talked myself into running the mile in the last open meet of the season sponsored by Chester County Running Store. I initially said that I'd pace my son and run somewhere in the 5:20 range. My son said I should just run my own race. Too bad for me I put down a 5:00 seed time and wound up in a different heat than he. A 5:00 mile should be light work for me, but it wasn't. I just didn't feel it; I was flat and awful from the start of the race. I found myself off pace within the first 400 meters. I was supposed to git :70 with ease, but I hit :72and felt off-base. So, like a chump, I stopped 700 meters into the race...at about 2:10 or so. I actually thought about stopping at the 600! I was embarassed at first. But then I realized that it was better to bow out of the race than to continue onward, run a bad time, and injure myself further. It just wasn't worth it...and it has to be.