After having to bail out of Saturday’s run early, I was a little shaken and upset. I felt like I was failing somehow. Who I was failing I am not entirely sure, but I couldn’t get rid of the gloomy feeling that hung over me. I have been doing really well with my running lately, my speed and endurance have been improving immensely and I was getting a little… well, cocky.
I didn’t run on Monday, I held back to rest a little. And then on Tuesday night I promised myself I would take it a little easier. I was afraid that I would be running by myself because I would be too slow for the group, since Tuesday nights I usually run with friends. But that wasn’t the case, we maintained a perfectly manageable and respectable pace.
This morning’s run I ran a little bit slower than I have over the past few weeks as well. I covered about 4.6 miles in 45 minutes, certainly not a pace to be ashamed of and it is so much better than what I was able to do when I started running.
I just want to make sure I am able to do my whole 18 mile run this weekend and I want to feel good during the run. From what I understand the course shouldn’t be too hilly, which is what really killed me on Saturday.
So the bad things about the run this weekend are:
1) The fact that it starts at 4:15 AM at a town about 35 miles away from Las Vegas, so I have to wake at a really insane hour.
2) The mental roadblock I’ve got going on right now about how capable I am.
Wish me luck!
