47th Street

Maybe I should start eating entire apple pies more often.

My plan this morning was to run/walk the 47th St. Loop at whatever pace felt easy, hoping it would be near 11:26-a-mile (a 4:59:46 marathon pace). The first mile seemed easy, so I was surprised to see I covered it in 10:26. I walked a little more the second mile, but only slowed to 10:46. The third mile took a little more effort, but that's all, a little. I got it in 10:50, so the loop in 32:02.

My hope was to average 11:26 a mile and finish feeling confident I could run 13 miles at the same pace Sunday morning.

I failed to meet the first goal, but met the second, and am now rethinking the wisdom of eating so little. My temperamental legs felt great. Sure, they might like to lug less than 164 pounds, but I think they appreciated the extra fuel I fed them yesterday, minus the four fried pork chops.

Of course, it might've helped that my Thanksgiving training was limited to walks of nine holes and 2 miles.