There’s a bunch of good stories here of people going from 3:50 or slower to 3:20 or way under that. I’m right now in that kind of boat trying to do a 3:30. My take on all of this is all of these books and plans will work, they are all reasonable.
But there’s something to be said for just sheer, raw mental ruthlessness in keeping a pace goal which probably has much to do with training but there exists an aspect, an irrational, animalistic gene, an aspect in your being, you may need to tap into.
You may have in you what I will call your Running Dog Instinct, (“RDI”). Its not written about in books. Basically, its kind of a human version of a pavlovian instinct which arises in dangerous events, fleeing, or sporting events. Out of shape dogs have this. They will follow another pack of dogs chasing after something, as far as they can go even if it almost kills them. Why is this? We do not know, really. A close term describing this is probably adrenaline for fear of starving or death.
I started back running after a 2 year lapse, and I think I ran maybe 3 weeks with a just horrific, oprahesque twelve mile hard run, to cap of my pathetic training. Showed up at a half on a dare. And I decided to just try to follow the pacer guy showing 1:45 around, no matter what. Now, I had no business doing that, because I think I was probably running a 9:30 mile that last few weeks, having gone Clydesdale again.
At any rate, despite at many moments of almost giving up, and throwing in the towel, thinking about just going into Oprah Mode, I brushed it off, oh, about every 19 seconds.
I followed them all the way to mile 11 or 12. It was all animal. RDI.
I told myself never to look down at my watch, just don’t let the guy with that sign get more than 15 yards away from me. My feet were on fire. Blisters, dehydration, you name it. So, I got to mile 12, and I was heaving and about to pass out but I made it in 1:46 something.
I have no idea how or why I did that.
So, that got me back into running, and, after about 4 months of running 50 miles a week, I’m reading these damned running books again, so I go do a time trial 16 mile run, and I BARELY beat THAT TIME to mile 13, when I was out of shape.
There’s something to be said for showing up in moderately poor shape but with a stern, determined animalistic, competitive mind, and one not warped over meeting or not meeting training pace schedules, Jack Daniels Formulas etc, or volumes. Your legs are loose, you aren’t tight from all the hammering for months on end. I can’t explain it, its some kind of instinct.