Tuesday's run was with the "big boys." My running coach has a group of people (mostly men) that run Tuesday and Thursday evenings as well as Saturday morning. Excited to have people to run with, I thought I was showing up for a "short" run (again, 3 miles) with the gang.
Not to play the sexist card, but I was the only woman to be running among 5 men, not to mention that most of the runners had been running for decades (and I have been running for months). Needless to say, my type A personality showed thru and I ran far faster than I ever have for a regular pace. Still, I was in last place, and when we hit the hills, I was more than left behind.
Unfortunately, the rapture didn't happen, and I continued running to keep up with the gang whom I had long lost view of, but knew, at least, that the end was in sight (well - withing 20 blocks or so). I was able to finish strong (in my mind) and still the heart rate of most of the people I began running with had resumed to a resting pulse. Did I care?? Well, maybe a little, but at the same time, I know I'm running stronger than ever before.
Went to dinner afterwards with a friend and had some wine. I do have to say that running is making me a cheap drunk! (One glass of wine, and I'm ready to head to bed).
Today - a day of rest. Tomorrow 3 miles or so (somehow squeezed into the crazy schedule). In view, Saturday's long run in the morning - I'm shooting for 11 miles!!! Wish me luck. (Some of the "boys" will be running with me, but they were told it would be a slow run.)
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