Lately the training run that has been getting my running-shorts-panties in a wad is the pace run. I’m not lying when I say this pace is not really “my pace.” At least not yet. I was actually going to do my pace run Monday night but when I got past my warm-up mile, I talked myself out of doing it. D’oh! I ran my easy run instead. Of course I could say that I needed the easy run and justify however I could, but honestly, I was just being a chicken.
And since the pace run is so important and there is no rest for the weary, I rescheduled it for Tuesday morning. Considering it’s only the third week I’ve gotten the pace run in, I finally felt more “normal” running it than I have previously. I’ve been so nervous about going too slow that I was killing myself by going too fast. I did have a little help Tuesday morning by way of another runner in my running group who kept me on track. I am most grateful to her and actually started to feel as though I could do this. The pace felt more comfortable and more “me.”
It’s hard work getting to a lofty goal. I commend all of you who do this for each and every race. I don’t know how you do it, but I commend you. I don’t know if I have the mental strength to do it for each and every race, let alone this one.
I’ve said that this is the race where I give it my all. I don’t want to look back at this training cycle and feel like I didn’t put in the work. I want to say, “I trained hard. And it paid off!”
All in all, I guess the only thing for me to do is take it one run at a time. And stop being a chicken.
What’s a race you’ve worked extra hard for? Ever feel like you’ve set a super high goal for yourself? Can we ever achieve world peace?