Or, “I WANT TO RUN ULTRAS, I WANT TO RUN ULTRAS, I WANT TO *cough, pant, flail* RUN ULTRAS!”
My race partner is FINALLY home from vacation with his wifey. We hit the same trails that I failed miserably on yesterday and did about 12084485 times better. We did 7.4km in a little over an hour. Our pace hovered around 9min/km which, honestly, isn’t bad. I believe that’s pretty much the same pace I had during yesterdays run… However, I maintained it for an extra 3km today!
Needless to say, I’m feeling pretty good today. Exhausted… But good. I chanted my ultra chant (see above) for a good 3km. By the end of it, Ben was ready to push me off the trail into the creek! I really, really, REALLY do want to run ultras though. Like, a freakin LOT. It kept me shuffling along, long after my brain was telling me it’s time to lay down in the trail and die.
Tomorrow… Speed work! We’re gunna pump out a real speedy 3-4km run on some fairly flat ground. I want my pace under 7 minutes.
Spartan Race here I come!