Oh Everest, My Everest

And how true it can be sometimes!

"Maybe you should just try a little harder."

I kept hearing that in my head as I gloated over an 8-mile run on Wednesday night at a whopping 11:15 pace. 11:15! That's 2 minutes per mile faster than my average training pace and over 3 minutes per mile faster than my actual MCM pace! Maybe I should have just tried a little harder?

Of course, I shouldn't delude myself. I went running with Keith, Mr. Super Trainer Man (also happening to be my brother-in-law) who never gives up on me even when I try to slow waaaaay down so that he'll just go ahead and I can walk or send him ahead without me so I can give up. It felt great particularly because it was my first distance run since the marathon almost a month ago. All that recovery time and no more than a month out from the six solid months of training for MCM left me primed for a great 'first' training run.

The six miles we did with my brother Jay yesterday at a slower pace did not feel as nice. But I guess that happens when you're not used to putting in all the miles you're supposed to and then BAM! one day, you run a total of 14 miles within 3 days after an extended rest period. I didn't like the dirt trail too much yesterday, either. It was too much like sand with the absorbing of all of my energy and my legs were already pretty sore. I wonder if I'll be able to keep up with Samwise and his merry group of hobbits so I don't have to train alone this winter...

Probably not, but I won't be trailing so far behind anymore. That's pretty good for now!

Labels: dirt trail, GU, long run

I just registered for the 23rd annual Los Angeles Marathon so that I can't change my mind anymore. There's no turning back!

Also, my first two marathons make a palindrome. 32-23... it's obviously a sign.

Labels: hysteria, LA marathon