And with a cry of
"As fast as possible!"
That morning my fabulous and thoughtful husband picked up a watch for me. A running watch. So that I could time myself without getting hurt. I'd been using my cellphone for music and timing... it is rather large and I carry it in a protective, velcro-fastened pouch so I don't break it. I usually run in the dark, and when I fumble around while getting the phone out of the pouch, sometimes I trip and I always slow down and it is just a drag. So now I have a groovy watch! I spent 5 minutes reviewing the instructions and another 15 trying to fold the 'manual' back up so that it would fit into the little watchbox, stretched out and away I went.
While I am apparently really crappy at figuring out how fast I am running overall, I am really good at maintaining a steady pace. I used to have that knack even in rowing... the Human Metronome. My Automated Training Program wants me to run this 2-mile tempo run at "10K pace" which they have determined to be 9:30/mile. The bad news is I did not hit that number. The good news is I did the 2 miles in 16:50. And it felt like a push but definitely not like all I had... it felt right. So I am getting faster. A month ago, my mile time-trial was 8:17... and that was a balls-to-the-wall, haul-ass-fast, kill myself for that mile kind of feeling. Yay.
I have 4 months to be able to run 8 min miles for 7.46 miles... with hills ... in order to match my fantasy goal. Sometimes the process is just too slow for impatient me!