So during last Friday's 5-miler at 6:58 pace I had a bit of an epiphany—it just didn't feel all that hard. Don't get me wrong—I was definitely sweating and my heart rate was elevated, but I wasn't completely wiped out afterwards, nor did I ever feel any doubt I was going to get through it. So this morning following two days off from running I decided to take the logical next step: I cranked the treadmill speed up to 6:53 pace for five miles. And the crazy thing is, it didn't feel any different from last week's two 6:58 pace file mile runs, which is a very, very good sign. There are no if, ands, or buts about it—I am getting kind of fast. I really don't want to jinx myself or readjust my expectations too much with ten month to go until my marathon, but at some point it may make sense for me to reevaluate my 3:19 marathon goal—it simply may be too slow. The plan for tomorrow is to run for an hour at 7:30 pace, which should be a good test of how my legs hold up to a longer (not long, but longer) run.
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