It was just shy of 6.5 miles, but I didn’t know that at the time.
In my continued effort to train for the Broad Street Run and with the motivation of my ideological demands to explore a new neighborhood, I took out tonight for a long run without much direction or purpose.
I got lost.
I double-backed a couple times without purpose. I left Frankford, met Olney and flirted with Feltonville. I stopped my run twice, mostly in exasperation at almost knowing where I was, without really knowing where I was.
I made it home, eventually. About 6.45 miles in, eh, let’s say 90 minutes. I need to be able to do 10 by May 3.
I have been following the first nine weeks of Hal Higdon’s half marathon training schedule for a novice and using the Gmaps Pedometer to follow my mileage.