Since I'm not really training for anything, my runs have been all over the p[lace. I mostly just set out to do 4-7 miles at a comfortable pace. That pace is dictated by how well I slept the night before, the weather, whether Mercury is retrograde (it is right now! Don't worry, I know astrology is dumb2). It's really, really random. So yesterday, I thought I'd actually aim for specific paces and try and hit them. I wanted to do a progression run, starting on the slow side and speeding up each mile. I really, really tried to make my first mile my slowest but... it was 8:27. I pretty much do this every run lately, so I told myself I'd just try and slow down the next mile. And it was 8:22. Yeah, that's the wrong direction.
At this point I said, screw it, maybe make it a tempo run? Except tempo runs should have warm-up/cool down miles, and my tempo should be a bit faster than that. Whatever. Finished 3 more miles in 8:32, 8:30, and 8:23. At least I was pretty consistent?
When I was running all the time, my internal speedometer was pretty well calibrated. I'd have the off day when I'd be surprised by a fast mile, or drag ass and not be able to hit a prescribed pace, but for the most part I could dial in. I also was better at controlling myself (i.e., not having a surprise sub-9 first mile if it wasn't my intention). I guess that's what happens when you don't run for the better part of a year.
Gratuitous baby picture for the folks that just come around for that sort of thing:
Little Man struggling to stay awake in my new wrap (baby carrier). I'm pretty partial, but he is just the cutest baby forever and ever. Amen.