I did all my usual training while I was there, including a 14-miler on Saturday. I always love running at the shore–just a change of scenery is nice, and it’s good scenery at that. As much as I love running down there, there’s one thing I don’t like, however: it’s pancake flat.
It’s funny, because I sometimes fantasize about running somewhere flat. Around here, flat is pretty rare. We aren’t exactly in the mountains, but we have more than our fair share of hills. I love that they mean I’m not intimidated by a hilly race course, but I don’t love the fact that I can’t ever get away from them.
After running a flat marathon in March, though, and now after this weekend of running flat at the shore, I think I’m changing my tune. I really don’t like plain old flat. Honestly, after a certain number of miles, I don’t think it’s necessarily even easier. My legs wanted some variety, some changing up of the muscles once I’d been out there a while. There was a bridge I ran over and that was my one and only “hill,” but that wasn’t enough. I guess in the end, I do like some rollers.
I will say, however, that when you are MAF training, flat is pretty darn sweet. I kept my best pace ever since starting this training and it did feel oh so good to feel like a normal runner for a long run, again. Now, back to reality (although I do my second MAF test tomorrow and I think I’ll be happy with the results–more later).
How about you–flat, hills, or a happy Goldilocks medium?