The week started out pretty strong with me getting out of bed at 5am on Monday to run my usual 3 miles-- EASY. Tuesday held a before school meeting and a basketball game after school and a scheduled 7 miler-- couldn't fit in the run that day and planned for an after school run on Wednesday. I had a meeting for our Greece/Italy trip at 6:30 pm on Wednesday so I packed my running clothes and headed out to the greenway for my 7 miles in between the end of school and the meeting. It was hard and I didn't really enjoy myself much. On Thursday I rounded out the week with a 4 miler-- I had to stop midrun and stretch out my hamstrings --which annoys me. The light at the end of the tunnel was that Saturday was a step back on my long run and was only 10 miles AND I was going to get to run long with my friend Hope, who has a few marathons under her belt, and I knew a companion would help break the monotony of running long.
Yesterday, I got up early and stretched, ate a carb-tastic breakfast, and suited up for what I anticipated would be a much easier 10 miles than I had had in awhile. It was chilly, but not frigid by any means;
Mistake # 1--- thinking 10 miles could be easy after the whole week had sucked
Mistake # 2--- Wearing too many layers which resulted in fidgeting and stopping to remove gloves, and jacket
Mistake # 3--- Not being super diligent about stretching all week
The result was a HARD 10 miles-- even with a great companion---my mind going crazy the whole time. Here were a few of the thoughts that crossed my mind at some point:
- If 10 miles is this hard how the HELL am I going to complete an additional 16.2 miles.
- Ouch--- my butt hurts.
- Why can't I feel my feet?
- Maybe I need new shoes-- or socks---- or a miracle
- I wonder how gross I look with all this snot running down my face.
"I'm not telling you it's going to be easy, I'm telling you its going to be worth it."It was something I needed to hear. I know how good I felt when I finished the first 13.1--- and then ran sub 9 minute miles for 2nd 13.1 a few weeks ago-- all things I was convinced I was incapable of doing not very long ago. I venture into new territory this week with a new mantra to repeat -- "life begins at the end of your comfort zone". On Saturday, I'm running 15 miles-- I'm nervous about the mileage but I am going to do something that I HAVE NEVER DONE BEFORE. I'll be living beyond my comfort zone---easy; no BUT exciting; ABSOLUTELY
One mile at a time.