Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Day 147: Running Down a Dream

As you all know I have been chasing that sub 13 minute mile, and while I have achieved it for a single mile I have not been able to clear two miles at that pace.  I figured today would be different. 

I started out my morning as always with a Spark (it’s a supplemental drink with caffine and B vitamins, really good stuff)  after that I had a good breakfast and relaxed by balancing my checkbook, which I know my be anything but relaxing to some and boring to others, but it gave me some time to rest up. 

I had mentally started preparing myself by thinking of how hard it would be, but knowing I was capable all I had to do was keep one foot moving in front of the other.  I could do this.  I would do this.  A long time ago when fat Matt turned to skinny Matt he was able to run two mile in 20 minutes.  I am striving to do the same again.

I laced up, did some positive self-talk, and hit the road.  Chest up, head out, and concentrate on breathing.  I could do this. 

5 minutes in and Run Keeper chimed my pace 11:54.  Looking good, if I do say so myself.  I concentrated on running and breathing.  10 minutes in and I was doing even better than I thought I could 11:25.  The funny thing is after the 10 minute mark I start running up hill.  I dug in and pushed myself. I slowed down some I knew but running uphill was exhausting. One mile down.  My time: 12:04 so close to a sub-twelve minute time.

The back nine it would be called if I was playing golf.  I am not sure what to call it when you are running.  I know that at 15 minutes Run Keeper announced a 13:04 pace.  I was slipping and I could feel my body tiring.  I didn’t care I figured that if I passed out someone would find me.  I pushed myself to run faster.

At 20 minutes I had worked myself back into an 11:47 pace.  Remember it is all about averages. I knew I was slowing down and speeding up but at 25 minutes I was at a 10:53 pace and running downhill.  What happened?  I am not sure of much except that I ran out of gas.  I slowed, and slowed some more.  2 mines I had knocked out.  My pace for mile two:  12:40.  I had done it. 

I wasn’t sure if I was going to pass out or not but it didn’t matter.  Two miles with an average pace of around 12:30 I would take.  I am amazed at myself.

Daily Recap:
Matt: Killed a Mile!

Kelly: TBD

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