Wednesday I didn't run because we all went down to Atlanta to visit the Georgia Aquarium, the Jimmy Carter Library and the MLK Museum area. We also had dinner down there. We left about 8:00 a.m. and got home about 9:00 p.m. So, no run.
Thursday morning I added a mile to the 12k and ran 15k in the morning. Even more hills. The pace wasn't fast, bu the running was very interesting. Most of the run was contemplating how to stay patient and how do you stay patient in an ultra if the hills just never stop. I tried to look back on the Conemarra experience and think about those hills. I have to say that again, not knowing the course was a real detriment and not knowing that there are hills in Ultras, lots of them, is important. Really something to consider. Another very important thing to consider is that you have got to be patient, you can't just blast away, this is something I have always struggled with and this week in these hills has been very helpful for that I think.
Friday I woke up exhausted discovering that the 15k on those hills really took it out of me. There is a treadmill so I thought I would do that. Funny how your mind makes any excuse it can to get out of pain. In fact, the 15k on the hills wasn't painful, it required patience, but I let my mind talk me out of doing it. We went to Toccoa Falls, took a nap when I came back, and then I got on the treadmill. My intention was to do 15k. Ha.
As we all know, I can't stand treadmills, I just can't deal with it, talk about not having mind discipline. I managed to do 10k, some of it very quick. the last Mile was in 6:40 or quicker. At least this is a positive, I know that I am getting more leg speed and strength. This is a nice treadmill, but still, I really like being out and doing it, not staring at a TV or a wall.
Tomorrow, I hope to run in the evening when we get back.
Impermanence, unsatisfactoriness and change. The essence of running I think.