As a little girl, I always thought that a new pair of sneakers could make me run faster. Ha! I was such a silly child.
It’s obviously the shoelaces.
My sister Sarah gave me a pair of hot pink shoelaces a few weeks ago, and I finally got around to lacing them into my sneakers. And I totally ran faster. I just know it.
Of course, faster for me means that I now ‘run’ at a Grandma Jone’s pace. (No offense to any real Grandma Jones out there who could probably kick my butt in a race). Nate and I have just named my current speed after that, since I’m all about slow endurance as apposed to a speed-demon pace.
Pacing myself has become my life-line, as Nate found a great five-mile loop for us to run around a nearby campground and lake. Between you and me, five miles is a bit much at this point in time, but I married a man version of Jillian Michaels. (Not that he’s in killer shape yet either. He’s just a machine when he works out and makes it look easy).
Ugh, don’t you hate people like that?
Yeah, it’s a good thing he’s cute!
Anyway, back to our new, five-mile route….
It’s really great.
We do a lot of off-road running that’s surrounded by some beautiful pine trees and ponds.
It’s also great for endurance. If you feel as though you can’t run anymore and decide to walk instead, you’re instantly engulfed in a swarm of mosquitoes. So it’s your choice: keep going or become dinner.
Well, I pushed through the pain last night, and I ran the full five miles without stopping once. I also noticed that as I fell into a rhythm, my pace actually picked up, and I was able to keep up with Nate at the end. So although it wasn’t easy, and although I wanted to crawl in agony at the end, I did it!
And I imagine the next run will only be easier. As my sister would say, it’s all uphill from here… in a good way!
Yeah, you’re right, I should have bought new shoelaces months ago!
Does anyone else start off running really slow and then pick up pace as they get into a comfortable groove? How do you find your perfect running pace?