I ran in my hometown (Millersburg) with my brother. We ran down by the river, out Shippy Dam Road, past a couple Amish farms, and then back into town. It was was sunny and SCORCHING. We had barely any shade. We also pushed the pace a bit, even though the whole route was rolling hills.
Running with my brother is so fun. He is really fast, so he pretty much lets me set the pace. He is fun to talk to and I love seeing him healthy and strong doing something he loves.
The run was hard, but it was supposed to be hard. What sucked about Friday's run was that a 9 minute pace on FLAT terrain seemed unbearable. But today, with 6 miles in the heat and the hills, we busted out a couple sub 8s and ended up averaging an 8:14 pace. It was weird to see that pace on my watch. For 12 weeks I was only ever supposed to run a 8:53, 7:49, 7:39 or 6:53 (depending on the workout). It's been a long ass time since I just ran WHATEVER pace I felt like running.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything stupid like go back to running six days per week. Four days per week sounds just perfect right now. And I am like 95% sure I'm not running the marathon. Unless in the next 2-3 weeks, running a marathon starts to sound fun to me, then I will do it. But I really don't see myself getting to that place.
But maybe if I run with my brother more, it will change my mind? I mean seriously, who wouldn't want to run with this guy!?
Do you have any Amish farms near you?