Wednesday night is Nike Pacers night; this you all know. I take a very U.S.P.S. attitude towards these workouts. I’m certainly not going to let today’s inclement weather (which started out pretty terrible and gradually became not-so-bad) keep me from my speed training, and potentially from my BQ goal.
I showed up at practice in the basement of Paragon Sports to find eight pacers grinning toothily at me, and only me. I looked around–there was just one other runner present. We each had four pacers to take us through our tempo runs! They let me set the mileage (Seven, please); they let me set the pace (Can we get it done in an hour?).
A girl could really get used to this kind of attention.
Once again, we ran over to the West Side Highway along 26th Street, up to 68th street, and back. The black path glistened wetly, and we skimmed across the puddles visible beneath the streetlamps. I wore Little G but like a dope I forgot to turn AutoLap back on after yesterday’s hill workout, so I can’t tell you my splits. I believe we ran 4 miles at an average tempo pace of 8:30, which is what pacer Scott told us. All four of my Nike Pacers were super-sweet and encouraging, telling me, “You’re doing great,” and “Are you sure this isn’t your chat pace?” and “You should feel good for coming out to run when no one else did.” Unnecessary comments but appreciated nevertheless, especially after the completely discouraging day I had at the office. A hard run with a personal entourage was just what I needed to feel like one in a million, instead of just a face in the crowd.