The heavens hath shined upon me today and awarded us with a fresh dusting of wet sloppy snow (which melted by 11, but it was still spitting snow all morning).
Anyway, it was about 36F when I went out for my run. My marathon plan called for 5k at 5% at marathon pace, but I don't have a 5k long hill and I refused to go run on the treadmill. Last week I did hill repeats instead of their flat repeats because I felt it was time for hill repeats. The plan is basically Sunday long-freaking-run (built from 8 up), Monday off (yoga), Tuesday 8 miles (built from 5 to 8), Wednesday 45-60 easy minutes, Thursday intervals for about 30-40 minutes including wu/cd, Friday 30-45 easy minutes, Saturday off (cycling, yoga, walking, hiking, whatever I feel like).
So, today I decided to do 5k at hard effort and then jog/run/walk/whatever to be out for at least 30 minutes. And.... drumroll please... I finished my 5k in 23:54. Yes folks. That's a 7:42 minute mile. Heart rate looked right for a 5k effort - the level of effort I always refused before because I thought it felt hard (imagine whining voice here). Yeah, it's hard. I guess you get used to it and that's the point. Earlier in the week I did 8 miles in 1:06... 8:15 miles (around the same effort of a 10k with two extra miles at the end).
I need to do some work on my glutes to keep my right hip in check, I feel it nagging at me but in a different way than before. My glutes feel like they are missing some of the definition... hard to describe. They are firing like a blob rather than two muscles. Experienced this in PT, and it was a matter of continuing with the regime. Time to dig up those PT exercises and the glute exercises I did during IM training.



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. Heart rate looked right for a 5k effort - the level of effort I always refused before because I thought it felt hard (imagine whining voice here). Yeah, it's hard. I guess you get used to it and that's the point. Earlier in the week I did 8 miles in 1:06... 8:15 miles (around the same effort of a 10k with two extra miles at the end). 


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