We're eight days out. Let's do this thing.
Back in town and (for the most part) back on my schedule, today was about returning to some semblance of normalcy. I got in my eight hours of work, and I got in my run.
Sure, the work was a little unfocused, and, yes, the run was on the treadmill, but it's definitely moving in the right direction. Today was only a 3-miler, and I didn't think I was quite ready for the Texas heat again. I'll worry about an outdoor run tomorrow (hopefully) before dawn when I do my last "long" training run of the season. That one's only 8 miles. Then a few short ones next week, and we're off to the race.
That realization lit a bit of a fire underneath me, and when I got on the treadmill today, I started it out pretty quickly. The first half of my second mile, I slowed down some so that I could speed it up for the last part, getting used to pushing late in the run.
With all the frustration and angst that I could channel, I even managed to keep the thing on top speed for my last mile.
With so many thoughts running through my head, I have to wonder how I'm going to keep my focus on my race plan and keep my head in the game. The obvious answer is, the less I think, the better I'll do. One foot in front of the other.
Just one foot in front of the other.
Indoors / Treadmill
18 Minutes, 53 Seconds