I can't explain exactly how, but the day got away from me and I didn't run until 11 p.m. Down in the basement on the treadmill again.
I've a long way to go before I'm back in Marathon shape again, and doing 3 miles late at night is not particularly good progress, although I recall late night runs at 24-hour-Fitness when I was training for my first marathon. So maybe it's not so bad.
On the other hand, it's easy to get a bit discouraged. I finished my short run tonight by upping the speed to 8 mph for the last half mile, which equates to 7:03 pace. It felt pretty good, but not sustainable for long, not even on a treadmill. And 7:03 on a treadmill at 1 percent slope is still a heck of a lot easier than 7:03 on flat ground.
My best marathon was 7:06 pace. On flat ground. For 26.2 miles. Faster, actually, because I spent several minutes in a Porta Potty.
But I can't think that way. Instead, it's hey, I just pulled half a mile at 7:03 pace. I'm getting there. Just need to keep at it until I can do it 52 times as long. No problem. That's the runner I'm going to be.
