Saturday I ran 4 miles and was supposed to keep my heart rate to 80% of max. For the most part I remained patient and held that heart rate, however, ego did get the better of me at a point when I got passed. I lifted my pace to hold the guy who passed me and shot my heart rate up into the 190's. After a few minutes, I decided I shouldn't, and almost as importantly, couldn't hold onto this guy and let him go.
I got home and started to paint the inside of my house. I painted the ceilings of my dinning room and living room and entry area. Yvette said "Why don't you go ahead and finish everything tonight so that we don't have to pull out the paint again and put our house in shambles." That simple statement meant a 1:30 am bedtime for me.
When the alarm went off at 5:15 am to meet my run group at 6, I was less than happy. So I popped an ibuprofen and headed off to meet my group.
5:58 am, no one's here yet. Please stay this way so that I can go home and back to bed... my shoulders hurt, my back hurts, in fact, there's not much that doesn't hurt..... why isn'y my Motrin working???? Crap, I see headlights. Double crap, it's Jody, the girl who hurt me last Sunday.... maybe someone else will show up that is slow.... no such luck.... off we go.
11 miles later at an 8:08/ mile pace, I am spent. It felt good to run that hard and I know I am holding Jody back a bit, but in a couple of weeks, I should be able to give her a better challenge. Thanks Jody.
All in all I wrapped up a great week of training. 40 miles total.
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