You take them both and there you have…running. Saturday was a 6M pace run. Now, a few facts before I talk about it. First, I played indoor soccer Friday night, I started my run 12 hours later, and of course I overdressed for 45 degree weather (including running tights I did not need). That said, the run was terrible. I was slow and then slower. This was frustrating, I wanted a good pace run. I hit my first mile, then fell apart. Granted, it was very windy, but that is not a good enough excuse to miss my mark by 43 seconds per mile on the low end and 23 seconds per mile on the high end. Saturday blew.
Sunday was sunny but only 35 degrees. No major wind, and I had decided to treat myself by running at Kensington Park (ok, I have a sister that lives nearby and we were having a family gathering there yesterday, so it was also convenient). The path was clear, but there were several icy spots because everything that melted on Saturday froze overnight. But the route is great, who doesn’t love markers every quarter of a mile, and I felt comfortable during the run (no running tights). I finish up, look down, and see I averaged a 7:27/M. And while that is nothing to complain about, I couldn’t believe I ran faster than my goal pace by 38 seconds per mile on the low end and 63 seconds per mile on the high end.
My pacing sucks, and on both runs I completely blew my pace. I ran my long run with a faster pace than my pace run. I need work.