Just got back from a tempo run. Schedule called for: Distance – 5 miles – warm (1 miles), 3 miles at 10:00 pace, then 1 mile cooldown. Things went well. I did a bit better than goal — my splits were: 9:50, 10:00 and 9:20 (with walk breaks and no pause on the Garmin) for a total of 29:11 with an average pace of 9:44. During the cooldown, I hit a stretch of road with no sidewalks. It was dark. It was full of goathead thorns!!!!! UGH! I had no choice but to run through them. By the time I found a parking lot to check the damage — it felt like I was walking on high heels. I swear to you, there were over 100 stinking thorns in my shoes! It took me no less than 10 minutes to pull them all out (I know since I still had the Garmin on. ) Anyways…it was pitch black by the time I finished up the run and made it home to stretch.
You know what… I just thought of something I forgot to mention about my 13.1 run with my buddy B. We saw a pair of raccoons that day!!! Honest! One was two feet from me peeking out from the trees! It was SO CUTE! I can’t believe I forgot to share that. It was pretty darn cool. I also probably forgot to mention that night B and I sat in the river as usual — and it was PITCH BLACK out! What an eerie feeling it was sitting in the chilly water with darkness all around. Since it was so late we only stayed about 5 minutes compared to our usual 20.
Back to tonight’s run….. my head is still all screwed up about this upcoming race! WHY can’t my thinking just chill out? I wish my brain had chosen a better time than NOW to start being competitive because it’s killing my joy! I am such a snappy, crabby, little grumpisaurous right now! I hate this! I can’t wait to just get out there and start running. I hope my common sense will return once the gun goes off. I think somewhere between this moment and that one I need to make peace with the fact that my first marathon time is likely not going to set any major Christie records. If I can just accept the fact that it’s ok to be a slow runner — I’ll be fine. If I can just get over the fear of embarassment if it takes me 5 1/2 hours to do this — I’ll go back to myself. Someone tell me it’s totally OK to be slow and steady and that there will be oodles of other races to do down the road where I can gradually improve my overall pace.