Monday night, I went out for a run. And I convinced myself to do a long run. I took Friday off because I wasn’t feeling the best, and opted for an afternoon nap instead of a run. And Saturday was a full day of Matron of Honor duties with my best friend down in NOLA. And Saturday night I went to a Crawfish Boil…and there may or may not have been alcohol involved. So Sunday was spent indoors pounding the elliptical pedals.
And so, again, after verifying with myself that I was a slacker this weekend, I confirmed that my run should be a long run. I decided to run 6 miles. I ended up running 8 miles! And I felt fantastic!! It was literally one of those runs where I was at a good, comfortable pace, yet still pushing myself. And when the 3 mile turn-around came up, I thought…I’ll just get to 3.5 and make it 7 miles. And when the 3.5 mile turn-around came up, I thought…go ahead and make it 4! I ran along The Trace, towards Covington, and finally made it to the I-12 underpass! It felt so good so come so far. And now that’s its done, I still can’t believe I just went out for a “casual” 8 mile run. It was just me, the path, handheld water, and some music….
…and some freaky consistent splits!!! 2 of 8 miles were a 9:17 pace. 4 of 8 miles were a 9:33 pace. That just leaves 2 rogue miles.
Not too shabby for a “casual” 8 mile run!