Case in point, I hover at 10-minute miles when I'm running, and in the mid and low 9's when I'm racing shorter distances. Maybe someday I'll be faster, but for now, that's where I am and I'm happy with it.
The women on my Ragnar team fall on all points of the speed spectrum, making me "faster" than a handful of them. Lately, we've been running together on Monday nights, and I find I'm usually at the head of the pack. At first I was torn between running my own pace and sticking with the group, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I've really missed the social side of running.
|Monday's run...I forgot how painless a run can be when you're just taking it easy!|
This Monday, I held back and made sure to really run with my teammates. It was one of the best runs I've had in a long, long time. If running slow is good for me and it allows me to spend time with these awesome women, then I'm going to run slow at least once a week. If nothing else, it can be my recovery day after weekend races or long runs.
In other news, the professional race pictures came back from the Turkey Trot. They aren't half bad!
|Up the bridge, the photographer didn't catch me until after I'd waved, and Matt was cut out completely.|
|Coming down the bridge, I actually look like I'm enjoying myself!|
How much attention do you pay to pace anyway? As someone who rarely races with a goal time in mind, I just like to run how my body and legs are feeling! Does that make me a bad runner?