As is my habit now on a weekend day, I walked down yesterday to the towpath and did my weekly long run. Four slow steady miles. I felt pretty good at the end of the run. Whenever I get impatient and think that I’m not progressing fast enough, I need to think about how painful a half mile was six weeks ago.
My breathing was ok and I didn’t really feel any muscular discomfort. The only minor issue I seemed to have was in my lower back and my hips. I felt..tension…more than anything else.
Four miles is an important distance. It’s about the length of the run I would make if I started from my house, ran down and through the park and back down Washington Street to my house. The only difference being the enormous hill smack dab in the middle of it. This circuit is what I’d prefer to run on a daily basis, rather than the out and back routes I’m now accustomed to. Because of that hill, though, I’ve got to do a bit more work until that’s my routine.
Next weekend I’ll probably try for four again, in the opposite direction on the towpath toward Brunswick. The following week I’ll take a page from some of the stuff I’ve seen on Hal Higden’s website and cut it back to three miles before embarking on that magic five.
Off day today. I’ll feel antsy, I know it.