Done. On the roads, outside, in weather that's just barely tolerable, thanks to the many folks with their lawn sprinklers going. It was early, but not early enough, since I had to rush a bit to cool down and get ready for work -- I spent a little too long flirting with the snooze button. Total time on the run was 1:04:something. I did have to wait nearly two minutes combined for stoplights and such, and that is included in the 1:04. I think. All the splits but two hovered around 10:40ish -- one was exceptionally speedy at 10:17 and another one was just blicky at 11:07. So it all pretty much averaged out to slow, but not horrendously so.
I am noticing that it used to take me about 1.5 miles or so to hit my groove on these mid-range runs, where I'd find a comfortable stride and breathing pattern, and now it's taking about 3 miles. At which point I'm ready to turn around and come home anyway. But until I hit that point, I'm constantly making bargains with myself not to bail early. I'm trying to talk myself out of just walking it in, trying to convince myself that 2 miles is enough, really. It's the same negative attitude that killed my long run on Sunday.
I must find some fresh motivation. Today, I kept thinking about Nytro and her Olympic tri this weekend, and thinking that if she could run a 10K after that swim and that bike and getting stung by a bee, I certainly could do a little 6-mile run with fresh legs. And I kept thinking about Nancy and the girls, and how she's managing to train for a freakin' IronMan, and if she can do it while chasing those two around, why can't I manage a little 6-mile run? So, thanks, Nytro and Nancy, for the push this morning.