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- Aug 25, 2017
As you all know, training hasn't been going too well. This weekend I had my final long run scheduled for Saturday morning -- a 15 miler: 11 miles at my Long Run pace (10:24) and 4 at my Marathon Tempo pace (9:32). But my daughter also had a swim meet this weekend that we had to be up early for in Vegas. The idea of running around in the dark in an area that I am not super familiar with just didn't sound appealing, so I skipped it. Then I figured, well, I could wake up early Monday morning when I am back at home and get it done. It would still give my body plenty of time to recover and not really mess up the taper and stuff. So that's exactly what I did.
Even though I wanted to go back to sleep.
Even though I... I mean I just really wanted to go back to sleep.
And even though it made me 20 minutes late to work, ooooops.
I DID IT. And... AND.... I hit my forking paces! Boom. This was a huge confidence boost that I so desperately needed. I can do hard things. Look at me go.
11 miles @ 10:16 + 4 miles @ 9:22