I know that this morning I published a post on no longer being a RunBlogger and here I am tonight writing a post about my run today.
What’s wrong Harold can’t you make up your frigging mind?
I have made up my mind, but my choice also means that I get to write about what ever to hell I want to write about. Which means every so often, when I have a training run that I want to remember for a particular reason, I will write about it here.
It just will not be every day, but my running escapades are still a huge part of my attempts at making the Grim Reaper laugh a little.
I got off work early this afternoon, due to some schedule rearranging and stuff, so I decided to go for an easy run down on the Rail Trail in Augusta, I haven’t run there in a long time. It is mostly flat with a random bump here or there and except in Hallowell, I don’t have fight traffic and can focus on running.
Which is exactly what I did today – focused on my running.
The temps were in the mid 40’s with a 10-15 mph winds out of WNW and for once I didn’t overdress. I had planned on going to the gym for lunch, so I had to scrounge out a long sleeve tech shirt (the one stashed in the truck), only had shorts and no hat or gloves or anything. Although I would have really liked some light-weight gloves – the wind was chilling on exposed fingers.
Going out until I turned around I was running right into the sunfield (I wanted my ballcap badly on the way out), so I didn’t get a lot of looking around or anything and just focused on maintaining a comfortably hard pace to see how long I could maintain it.
By the time I turned around, just before the little hill in Hallowell, I could feel a little reminder from my leg to not get too froggy. I had been rolling along nicely and had thought about picking it up a little more. I kept it simple got back to my pace and just stayed with it.
Coming back there are a couple of bumps that you hit, the first one by the crane in Hallowell, (hell yeah, I go in back of Maine Street to the boat landing) and then by the old Mobil storage yard. Once I got past them, I did pick up the pace a little.
When I got to the 4 mile mark, I didn’t push super hard, but I did pick up the tempo a little more for that last mile.
This was probably the best run I have had, since that 8.0 miler in Portland, back in May. I felt strong the whole way and could have gone faster if it had been a race. Although, I do still have to be gentle with the left leg, because it did warn me that I was pushing a little too hard for a short while and when I backed off, it stayed nice and quiet.
Which is why I am purposely not racing anytime soon – well maybe on Thanksgiving, we will see.
Even after the run, the leg wasn’t really grumbling, it was more of “yes, I am still here”kind of reminder than anything that I thought too much about or paid any attention to.
It was nice to run with a real stride and not pay for it after I got done.
I didn’t realize that I have not run on the Rail Trail since May 10th and this run quickly brought back to me why I like to run down there so much.
The other thing is that runners can say what they want to about the treadmill. I am a firm believer that it helps me to be a better runner, because when running on them I can’t get lazy. Running on them forces me to maintain a faster and more consistent pace than I would outside on my own. They are a training tool that does work for me.