It happened again today. After working 9 hours, running for an hour really didn't sound exciting. I ate a bunch of nacho cheese that Kev had heating up in a crock pot for a Packer Party mixed with my dad's homemade salsa and tortilla chips....and a cheese sandwich. Then I went in my bedroom, drank the rest of my diet Pepsi while reading blogs. The whole time I kept telling myself that I needed to go run. So I text my friend who I knew had to do some runs this week, but wasn't sure when. She said she was running, but only doing 2 miles. I wanted to do more. So, I finally got dressed and went. I even wore my HR monitor. I haven't worn that in over a year.
The day couldn't have been more perfect. It was about 70 with a cool breeze. I started running very slow. My quads were still sore from my race on Saturday. I told myself that I was going to try and run the whole time. No matter what. Right before I started going up my first hill I stopped to walk, because that is where I always walk. And I said out loud, "Just do it!" So I ran. Up the hill. And I didn't stop running the rest of the 3.5 miles.
I can't explain how great this made me feel. Ever since my last half marathon in May, I have been having problems running. I would have to take walk breaks, couldn't keep a steady pace, just plain hated going, etc. I didn't know what had happened. After Saturday's race, I knew I had it in me and the doubt was all in my head, not my legs. I knew if I could get through the first mile then maybe I could get through the rest. And I did.
Check out the last mile! 11:42! I haven't seen that in a while!
Check out how much cheese I really ate here My Spark Page
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