Week 9 was a good training week. I logged all my runs — expect for one that I cut short because my 7-year-old just needed extra help settling down for bed that night. Let’s be honest, if my runs started taking precedence over the kids, that might be a problem.
I added the extra mile the next day, so it all evened out.
I followed the plan and got in all my pace, tempo and hill workouts. My 10-mile long run on Saturday was good. Quite slow, mind you, but good. I know my training calls for taking these long runs slow, but I don’t know that I could have gone much faster, to be honest.
It’s these types runs that make me think maybe I’m just not made to be a faster, slow-paced runner. I know a nine-minute mile isn’t fast, but I would be over the moon to run my half-marathon at this pace. My 10-miler was nowhere near this pace on Saturday. Yes, I did speed work all week, but I am having serious doubts about my two-hour goal.
But, you know what? I will finish the race and be proud of that, and that’s what I — maybe my blogmates, as well? — need to remember: We’re out there doing it.
And that is a very good thing.