Second Guessing

Last Friday, I was all fine and happy with my decision to forgo the Columbus Marathon. It was just the right thing to do. Then I went out for a long run on Saturday and proceeded to run the fastest 10 miles of my short running career - 8:33 average pace, and it felt easy (which sure, in the grand scheme of things still isn't all that fast, so don't think I'm bragging). And now I'm kind of wishing I had just signed up.

I keep reminding myself that it's better to skip this 26.2, because I need time to heal and rest and I had a PLAN and I should stick to it. It's too late now, anyway. Saturday's 10 miles makes me think that I have a pretty good shot at a new Half PR, so I'll have to settle for that.

10 fucking seconds....

Decisions, Decisions

I still haven't decided whether I'm going to try to run Columbus next month. It's slightly less than three weeks away. My heart is 100% into it - I want to go and redeem myself, to free my brain from reliving those 10 seconds over and over all winter long. 10 seconds.

But my body is a little more unsure. I've only been out to run once since Air Force - a short 3 miles last Thursday at a decent pace. I came out of the run still feeling not-quite-right, especially in my left foot, which feels a little tight. Charlie has convinced me that I need to take a week off from running altogether, and I've reluctantly agreed. I'm going stir-crazy. I'm going to try really, really hard to stay out of my running shoes until Thursday. On Thursday, I'm going to see about 3 miles. Then, if that goes well, I'm going to go for 8 on Friday. If that goes well - and by "well," I mean at a faster-than-race-pace, I'm going to go ahead and sign up. The price goes up on Saturday. If it doesn't, then I'll just have a long winter to look forward to. I still have the Cincinnati Half Marathon on 10/22, so maybe I'll set my sights on another Half PR.

I'd still much rather have those 10 seconds back.