Moving Shoes Run!

Monday – PM Run
Course: Movin Shoes Run – South
Distance: 5.0
Time: 35:06
Avg. Pace: 7:01
Avg. HR: 177

FINALLY after almost a year back in San Diego I made it to a Movin Shoes run. I had wanted to go the entire summer I was studying for the Bar but never managed to get myself out of my studying frenzy. It was fun to be surrounded by so many runners who just showed up for a friendly jog and I was surprised by how many people I knew that showed up.

It was nice to get out and really go for a hard run. I haven't done anything besides just slogging through some miles and I've always more likely to settle into too easy of a pace. I need to be pushed. I don't think its because I'm lazy, I just tend to underestimate my ability to maintain pace on distance runs.

So given the choice between falling back into 8-minute realm and clipping at the heels of the guys (on their easy day) with AM (who didn't break a sweat) I decided to suck it up and essentially do a little tempo action. I made it to my 2.5 turnaround point and bid my speedster friends adieu to begin the arduous solo journey back to the running store. Unfortunately for me my new favorite little catch phrase popped in my head as I began the journey back: "The Garmin doesn't lie." So there I was, halfway into a run that so far had averaged about a minute faster then I've been running, with the knowledge that if I just slipped down to a comfortable recovery pace the damn Garmin would log every damn second of it. And why should that matter? Pride. Let's be honest, if you bust out a pace you can't handle then have to crawl back home, you look like an idiot. And while I can always lie to myself and be like, sure I must have maintained a decent pace on the return, the Garmin doesn't lie. You could always delete the stats for this run, the slacker part of my brain contended. And with that pathetic little thought left hanging in the air behind me, I took off with the attempt to maintain my dignity on the rolling asphalt return.

I managed a decent clip on the way back and felt pretty solid about the overall effort as I dripped sweat and stretched amongst the runner masses waiting for my hardcore buddies to return from their jaunt. A few of us finished up the night in pretty much the best possible way: Pizza Port + Golden Spoon.

If every Monday could be as awesome as yesterday, I might actually start looking forward to that dreaded day of the week.