4/17 MILEAGE: 1 mi, 22:59 pace ROUTE: down and back a tiny stretch of Alki Beach 6 miles was on the training calendar for Sunday and I totally botched it. I’ve read a lot about how running is a mental game just as much as it is physical. Until this weekend, I thought I had been exercising my mental toughness by pushing through “the wall” round about mile 1.5 or 2. I was wrong. Staring at the 6 on my training calendar didn’t seem to freak me out nearly as much as putting my running shoes on and setting out to see what that feels like. Only a few steps in, Una was acting up, my legs started aching, I was freezing and I had to pee. But I pushed on. About .25 miles later (seriously, that was it), I still had to pee, Una was still distracted and the sidewalk i was running was littered with people out enjoying their Sunday in mass. It was too much. I turned around. I ran back to the car. I got in. I drove away. I felt like a failure. And I had to admit it on facebook where only a few minutes earlier I had touted that I was going for a 6 miler and the “good lucks” and “you go girl” were already starting to roll in. It sucked. I convinced myself that it was because of the Chipotle I had for lunch or the fact that my thighs still hurt a bit from my photo adventure the day before, but it was mental. I didn’t know what 6 miles looked like or felt like. I still don’t. I’ve barely come to terms with 5. But I’m gonna learn. June 25 is right around the corner and there is much work to be done. Note to self: don’t eat Chipotle on long run days. Plan your route in advance and do it in an area you know. And don’t facebook it until it happens. 
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4/17 MILEAGE: 1 mi, 22:59 pace

ROUTE: down and back a tiny stretch of Alki Beach

6 miles was on the training calendar for Sunday and I totally botched it. I’ve read a lot about how running is a mental game just as much as it is physical. Until this weekend, I thought I had been exercising my mental toughness by pushing through “the wall” round about mile 1.5 or 2. I was wrong.

Staring at the 6 on my training calendar didn’t seem to freak me out nearly as much as putting my running shoes on and setting out to see what that feels like. Only a few steps in, Una was acting up, my legs started aching, I was freezing and I had to pee. But I pushed on. About .25 miles later (seriously, that was it), I still had to pee, Una was still distracted and the sidewalk i was running was littered with people out enjoying their Sunday in mass. It was too much. I turned around. I ran back to the car. I got in. I drove away.

I felt like a failure. And I had to admit it on facebook where only a few minutes earlier I had touted that I was going for a 6 miler and the “good lucks” and “you go girl” were already starting to roll in. It sucked. I convinced myself that it was because of the Chipotle I had for lunch or the fact that my thighs still hurt a bit from my photo adventure the day before, but it was mental. I didn’t know what 6 miles looked like or felt like. I still don’t. I’ve barely come to terms with 5. But I’m gonna learn. June 25 is right around the corner and there is much work to be done.

Note to self: don’t eat Chipotle on long run days. Plan your route in advance and do it in an area you know. And don’t facebook it until it happens. 

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  1. spence1031 said: Hey, I’ve got some food ideas for you to try while you’re training. Today I start my training. I’m angry about the 2 stinking miles on the training calendar on day 1!
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