Getting there

I'm not finding any races that appeal to me. A complicating factor is that Little One still has cross country meets through the end of October. Therefore, my Saturdays are booked for the next several weeks. Then, there's nothing local in November apart from the Turkey Trot. [Our Thanksgiving plans are up in the air.] If I was up for traveling, there are some races in Indiana that look OK, but I don't feel comfortable doing that with Wifey in a family way. The hunt continues.

Today is a rest day. I ran two hard miles yesterday along the RiverWalk and felt pretty good. I ran it hard, shooting for a 9-minute-mile pace. I was out of breath at the turn-around, but I survived it. I'm going to try not to slouch through my runs like I have been for so long. It's so easy to let myself slip into a comfortable pace and let the run go by when I ought to be pushing myself. Even if I pushed myself to run 9-minute-miles every other workout, that would be something. My tempo run pace is sub-9, so it's not like I'd be red-lining. Improvement isn't supposed to be comfortable. It's supposed to be hard and awkward and sometimes leave you a little sore. I need to say that to myself before each run.

But the victory of the week, so far, is that I haven't skipped any runs. I've been faithful to the plan, and that's something too. The running habit is rebuilding. I can feel it in my slightly sore feet.