Total distance: 3.75 miles
I set out to meet my PR today, or, if I couldn't do that (since I've been working my way back up lately) then to do at least 30 minutes to rebuild some of my time. I made a new playlist and dug out my old iPod shuffle so I could wear regular headphones. I put band-aids on all my blisters and almost-blisters. I didn't put on my new shoes because it had been rainy and gross all day and I didn't want to junk them up just yet. (Soon!) I even tried one of the Vega pre-workout drink packets from the Bloggers in Sin City swag bags - whether it helped or not, I don't know, but it at least put me in the right frame of mind.
Once I started running, I could tell that it was one of those days where it probably could have gone either way. But I had already made up my mind that I was going to have a respectable run, so I told myself I might as well just make my peace with it and settle in for the long haul. Easier said than done, of course. I whisper-yelled at some point for my legs to shut up, because they were fine. (I'm not a crazy person, at all.)
I bargained with myself the whole way. My brain begged my body to go at least 25 because that would get us 2 miles. I kept chastising myself because if I couldn't do this, then how was I ever going to be able to run a 5k? Except that I knew I could, because I HAD. Only once, but that was enough to prove that I could.
I trudged along, willing my legs to keep moving and taking deep breaths and reminding myself that it was all a mental game. So they say. I reached my 30 minute mark and congratulated myself on at least hitting that goal. From that point forward, I would simply see how far I could go. Each minute I added felt like a minor victory.
I was pretty proud of myself when I was done, obviously. I was surprised to see that my average pace was still consistent with my shorter runs, because I definitely felt like I had slowed down considerably by the 30 minute mark. Everything past that was fueled on sheer willpower and, okay, pride. I like being able to post about doing well. It kind of keeps me accountable - if I wuss out after ten or fifteen minutes, everyone will know.