I went for a run around 1pm today which is unusual for me. It was nice to run in shorts and the sunshine. I was out on the Ice Age up by Holy Hill and it was sloppy. As much as I was enjoying the solitude I became disenchanted when I began hitting 13-14 minute miles due to the footing. At one of the road sections I just beat it back around on the macadam. It is remote back there as many of you know. I just wound it out in low and enjoyed rural Washington County.
Just under 9 weeks to Ice Age and again I want to do well, but the will to do the extra stuff just is not there. The biggest gain I can make is to drop from 180 to 170. That's hard to do as I eat the same way I always do. Seems every time you turn around I'm supposed to be minding something else. I have zero problem running 60 a week, I just don't have the motivation to look after a sore knee, the PF creeping back, a week back, and anything that even resembles 8 minute miles let alone 7's. What am I talking about? The fastest run I had this week was in Peru, IL on the roads when I blazed 9:30 pace for 9.1 miles. I saw Beck writing about how retarded this whole exercise is and I can see his point. I've tried not to ponder the steady decline and yes I should be happy I can still move forward. Part of my wonderment is how I have fooled myself into believing that achieving 10 minute miles at Ice Age is solid as Sears.
62.1 miles this week on 6 runs.