Whoa! Saturday I ran my first 8-miler. And it’s days like that, that allow me to love running – and to love the challenge of pushing myself.
I set my alarm for 6:40. Laid around for about 10-15 minutes, got up, grabbed a Luna Bar for breakfast fuel, got dressed, then headed to the Lakefront. I learned my lesson from last weekend to make a pit-stop halfway to refill my water. I did a 4-mile loop starting from the Mandeville Trailhead, down and across the lakefront, then back up through old Mandeville. My car was exactly 4 miles in. I paused my Runkeeper, gulped down some Gatorade, refilled my water bottle with cold water, and was back to running in under 4 minutes. My second loop was just an inner loop of the first 4 miles – allowing myself a slight change in scenery.
I could tell that I hit a (very small) wall around 5 1/2 miles…but I kept chugging along thinking of how on that very day it marked exactly one year since my fitness journey began. And I was so excited that this time I was mentally prepared for a long run. I kept telling myself that I was strong, and beautiful, and brave, and an athlete. And even though my ~10 min pace went up to ~11 minutes for my last 3 miles, I felt that I still finished strong! I had a goal in my head of 10 min/mile pace, and I finished with an average of 10:09 min/pace! I ran for a total of 1 Hour 21 minutes!
You ask me a year ago if I thought I could have ever ran that long and my answer would have been a resounding HELL NO. Ha. I surprise even myself sometimes!
What is your positive mantra?