One thing that people tell you about bad runs is that they are always followed by a good one. After this emotional and defeating past weekend I got out there and pushed my self to run anyway. This week was great, I was able to get out there and work on my base miles. Monday I joined my work running group for a timed 1.5 mi (odd distance I know, its an Air Force thing). Everything was going ok, I was feeling good and then my headphones busted after the first 400 m… motivation was almost destroyed. How was I going run a 7 min mile pace with out my girl Beyoncé telling me who runs the world?
I managed to pull of a 7:17 mile pace not quite what I was hoping for but it took some serious digging down deep so I was happy overall. I finished my 1.5mi in 10:55 so not to shabby and a heck of a lot better that the 12:30 I was running a couple months ago.
The great thing about this running group is that its focus is speed. It runs in 6 week cycles and each week it gets a little harder. Mondays are timed miles, Wednesdays are 400 and 800 repeats, and Thursdays are 30 min runs with a goal of going farther each run. When I joined the group a month back it was great, a perfect way to break up the monotony of logging miles. But now, exhausted and breathing heavy after pushing it, the thought of the 6 miles I still needed to get in that day for my marathon plan was not a happy one.
After some much needed water and a walk to the store to pick up some cheap headphones, the exhaustion and daunting fear of yet another bad run started to wear off. I felt ready to tackle my 6. Even more so now because I would have Beyoncé cheering me on. The first mile was tough my legs and breathing were both heavy. I pushed through it and by mile 3 I was on cruise control. I ended up running mile 2-6 at a 9:05 mile pace. My first mile was a whole minute slower. I was happy with the run and not because of the time, but simply because I showed myself that I can come back and push through a bad run and my exhaustion.
Something that my better half/running partner constantly reminds me as I go through the ups and downs of my training is that I am so much stronger mentally and physically than I give myself credit for. Its runs like this one, where I bounce back and accomplish something that just days before I didn’t think I could do, that I see the strength I have and that running is giving me. Needless to say, it is an amazing feeling.