Yeah right easy, I ended up pushing it and holding a 9:15 pace for 8 miles. I was actually excited that I was holding this pace. It felt pretty easy almost effortless. The reason I was so excited was when I was training for the ultras I was running long distances with a slow pace. But today I switched things up on my body and increased my speed. Yes, I know it may not seem very fast for only 8 miles but I will take it.
Overall the run was just what I needed. I could have done without the near death defining moment. I biker almost took me out and I mean took me out. I was in the front of the group holding a tight line on the asphalt. I noticed a biker just as we both were approaching a tight curve. It looked like he was going to go left (my right) so I held my line. It was a good thing I did because instead of him going left he went right. I mean it was inches from hitting me. He ended up going into the dirt on a road bike. I don’t know if he didn’t see me or maybe he thought I was going step aside or maybe it was just bad timing for both of us. I wasn’t running down the middle of the bike path, nor was I running two abreast. I was all by myself running on the left hand side near the dirt. If trailmomma was with me I am sure Jersey would have come out.
My body is healing; my ribs flare up whenever they want along with my back. It is a slow process. I still plan on taking the running nice and easy. I am going to focus on re-building my base, so pretty much starting all over. This might be good. I am looking at it like starting fresh, starting new again. Nothing like a fresh new attitude to start building my base.
Attitude determines altitude.