Last night I talked myself out of my 14K planned run. I started outside, running just over 4K. It was not fun. It felt like every street was an uphill mountain, the sun was beaming more than it had all week, and my legs and lungs hurt. I had to use the bathroom so made my way home.
This is where I fell apart.
I talked myself into doing the last 10K on the treadmill. A nice compromise, I thought. I still get in the mileage but in a way that boosts my confidence. Well. The first two km felt like a hundred. The next quarter of a kilometer took forever. By the time I hit the 6k mark, I told myself that if I made it to 10, I could stop. So I did 10K and called it a night.
For the first time since I started running, I cut my run short. Usually I'm excited about my long runs as each week is a new distance record. Not this week. I told myself that it had been a long time since the last scale back week (looking now it has only been three weeks). I told myself my body needed it, which maybe it did. Just be glad you're doing this much. I am. But missing long runs won't get me to the finish line.
I know it's only one run. As a new runner, I need to find better ways to keep my mind busy on long runs. Get in the zone and go, not constantly checking my Garmin to see if it's over yet. I get bored and that's when the negotiating starts.
I need to look at the positive of this week. I've switched my training schedule around to accomodate a trip to the big city this weekend. My tempo run Monday and hills Tuesday both felt really good. So what if I had one crappy run? One out of three ain't bad!
Happy running!
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