Woohoo, down some more today. I don't know what did it, but it seems the plateau has been broken. I'd like to think it was all the junk food I ate this weekend, signaling to my body that I'm not starving it and it's okay to let go of some more poundage. But who the heck knows....
I did something different on my run yesterday. I've been having a hard time running for any distance. I'll run a mile or so, then have to take a walk break before starting up another mile or so stretch of running. I really want to run the entire 5K on race day (9/16), so knew I needed to do something other than what I have been doing.
So I slowed down. And it felt great. I ran 3.21 miles at 5.0 mph (12 min miles). I could have kept going, too. I hit that magical place of "I could run forever" at 3.1 miles (ironic, isn't it?) but had to quit shortly after because I'd run out of time and had to get the kiddos.
It was an enlightening experience. I've been wanting to push faster and faster, and have done well with speed for the most part. I have, afterall, only been running regularly since March and am 37 years old and ran for the first time ever last summer. So running a 10 minute mile was a huge deal for me.
What I want more than anything is to endure--to put in the distance. I think (hope) the speed will come later. Just last year, I couldn't imagine running what I can run today. Next year--who knows where I'll be.