This post was written for and first appeared on One Foot In Reality.
The cold has returned to Maine, the thermometer read 9*F and with the wind (not breeze), it was double-digit negative numbers outside this morning. Which means that Bennie doesn't get to do a run and I wimp out had head directly to the treadmill without even thinking about heading outside for a run.
With the winds howling and being all bundled up to minimize the cold, even if I had run, it would have been a slog and the entire time, I would have been just wanting to get it over with - no enjoyment out there.
While some might think the same of the treadmill, I don't. Running on one doesn't bother me most of the time and I know that instead of a bundled up slog, that I can actually run.
I didn't want to do a speed session, but I did want to do something a little longer than I have been lately at a faster pace than I usually do. So I settled on a steady-state 5.0 miles at 7.6 mph from start to finish.
That was the hard part for me, not varying the pace at all (although the Strava graph, seems to look as though I did vary the pace). I usually am all over the place doing intervals/speedwork or constantly increasing by a little every so often. So staying at that same pace for that long was harder for me mentally than physically.
Physically, I felt strong and didn't feel like I was pushing the pace, which is a good sign. I even got to work on my stride a little - keeping the length shorter and landing a bit more towards the middle of the foot. Not that I am really worried about it, but at the time it helped pass the time.