***Update to the family blog! Click [HERE].
We hit our goal! Demolished it, really. Last Saturday we wanted to run our 11 miler at an 8:23 pace, and we ended up doing it in an 8:02! We both felt so good about it. I really felt strong- like I could have run farther, and faster. It was so nice to have a nice long run! I need to keep in mind how awesome it was as I get myself psyched up for my 17 miler this Thursday.
The night before the 11 miler I stuffed myself full of hot dogs and marshmallows- maybe that's the key to having a good run? Probably.
My splits for the 6 800's were: 3:24, 3:22, 3:24, 3:21, 3:24, 3:21.
Seriously. Boston. BOSTON! I swear that I can do it.
I'm a pretty religious person when it comes to running. I follow my training schedule exactly and I rarely miss a workout. I set pretty reasonable goals for myself and almost always achieve them. Sometimes I miss a PR, but it's not by very much, so I know that the goal will be attainable with another try at it.
With this in mind, the marathon thing is throwing me for a loop. I've never done one before and I know I should just go with the flow and be happy to finish. But there's that darn BQ that keeps getting in my sight. I feel like I can run an 8:20 pace for a long time without feeling exhausted- why shouldn't I just go for it?! At the same time, I don't want to put too much pressure on myself because I'm RUNNING A FREAKING MARATHON!!! Isn't that awesome enough?
I keep having this tug-of-war with my heart and my head over this issue. Do any of you feel the same way? How do you feel about goals and running? Advice???