Wednesday, July 11, 2012
I have a 5k route mapped out that pretty much encircles my neighborhood - it's also a block off from major roads north, east, and south of it. My time today was one of my best times running it (35:07), but oh jeez.... the street I live on has an incline (well, my house is on the decline from the "main" road). When I start this route, I walk/run up the incline. I always do a 2:30 walk in the beginning as a warm-up, and usually about half to two-thirds of the way up I start my run. Tackling the incline isn't hard for me then. The majority of the route is your typical city terrain, so not a lot of variation. Near the end of the route, I get closer to home obviously. I run on a street that is one block north of mine, and EVERY. TIME. I turn it, I always forget that the incline is there as well, if not more severe. And I curse myself in my head everytime.
By the time I turn the corner to go onto this street, I'm in a pretty good groove, hitting about 2.25 miles, starting to wind-down & wanting to be done. My heart rate is up there but tolerable for a bit yet. And then when I turn that corner & see that incline, I always yell at myself, yet am amused at the same time. The stretch of incline I run up lasts for a good 1/3 of a mile. I don't have as much energy to expel to push myself harder to go up it, or even stay running the entire time, so it's an interesting "battle" of the mind to see what I will do each time.
In any case, I always push through as much as I can & make it. If only because I know I can run on the decline when I hit my street a block later. :)