A view from my side.
An easy 4.5 miles yesterday and all feels well. The pace was easy and the weather wonderful. Slowly everything loosened up and I fell into stride. The day was beautiful, a slight breeze moving the air, keeping it fresh. The humidity was low and the trail was all mine.
I had decided to keep the run relatively short since the day before my hamstrings had stubbornly refused to cooperate. All I wanted to accomplish amounted to not much more than an exaggerated warm up. I figured I would get the blood flowing, get the muscles warm and stretch. After about half a mile, I could feel my hamstrings loosen up and my stride lengthen just a tad. A perfect mid-foot strike on the pavement and my legs started to feel really good. After the first mile I stepped up the pace a bit and turned my attention to the audiobook I was listening to.
Even though everything was going well, I decided not to push it. My timer hit 40 minutes, my self-imposed time limit for the day, and I stopped. While I felt like I could have gone on, I’ve also learned to plan my run and run my plan. Especially after a mishap like I had on Sunday. I’ve certainly gone longer than planned and I’ve cut several runs short for a variety of reasons, but this day I met my goal and stuck with it. I knew today would be an off day and that tomorrow I would start pushing the times back up. Some days, I just keep things Simple and Slow.