Saturday afternoon I took the Acela home from Washington DC after a fancy cocktail party for work. We had a passel of authors in town for the Romance Writers of America Convention, and took the opportunity to ply them with alcohol and tasty morsels. I was hung over, but wasn’t about to let that interrupt my training. After all, I only had to run 2 miles according to the plan. Heck, I’ll be done in 18 minutes–16 if I’m feeling kicky. Good one. I gassed it for two miles–the first one took me 8:40, and the second 7:39.
Sunday was such a gorgeous day I decided to run along the East River, which meant taking the Q60 across the 59th Street Bridge, because if I ran across I’d tack on too many miles (my “long” run was only 5). This was another kind of heavy-footed experience altogether. Mile 1–10:48; Mile 2–10:01; Mile 3—9:31; Mile 4—9:30; Mile 5–9:41. I completed 5.29 miles in 52:14, for an average pace of 9:52. (Interestingly enough, this is very comparable to the 5-milers I was running before my injury. Most of them were pre-dawn recovery runs, so that automatically slowed me down, but nevertheless I remembered myself faster.) My out-and-back course took me from the base of the bridge to Sutton Place and 60th Street , where I caught the entrance ramp to the rec path, then I headed uptown for 50 blocks, at which point I reversed direction. The morning was sunny and still a bit cool, and the breezes that came off the river were refreshing. The benefit to running slowly is that I had plenty of time to gawk at the gently flowing river, wave at the dogs, and admire the Queensboro Bridge once I was headed south.
I think Matt’s right. I think I need to start training by heart rate. I haven’t been keeping track really, as I haven’t downloaded a workout from Little G since I started training again. I’ll get my resting HR tomorrow morning when I wake up, and go from there.