Got to run outside today. After treadmilling it for the past week or two, I was so happy that I could just go outside, even though I was flying solo. I was nervous about it because pacing has always been my weak point. In Vermont (and sometimes even on trips home to Ohio) I tend to go slower and not push because I’m by myself. Or I start off way to fast and run out of gas after the first mile and have to walk for awhile to recover. But today was golden.
1) I love running in the cold. I don’t mind bundling up to run. I’d rather run in cold than heat. True facts.
2) It flurried while I was running. I love running in snow flurries. It makes me feel bad ass. Adding to the bad ass feeling? The hardest flurries were while the Iron Man theme was playing on my phone. Rock. On.
3) My splits and pacing were awesome. Not negative, but I don’t care. I was solidly in 11-11:30 territory for the entire run. By myself. I was relatively consistent. By myself. I really am improving. I didn’t blow out too fast, and I kept pushing. If I started to flag I kept my goals in mind (race times and knowing that I’ve challenged a male friend of mine and I’m determined to chick his ass).
