That’s basically how running went for me this weekend. Saturday was a crazy day with all the birthday parties, swimming lessons, play dates and other stuff, I BARELY found 30 minutes to run. But in that thirty minutes, I focused and I ran. Well (at least for me). I felt amazing. I recovered with some Oberweis chocolate milk and my friend the foam roller.
Sunday I had plans to FINALLY meet up with the running group that helped me through my long runs as I prepared for the New York Marathon. It’s not all that early of a wake up time but I love my sleep so weekend early runs are “hard” for me but somehow I managed. I made my way to the start, and debated about what pace group to join. My plan told me to join the 9:40 but somewhere between being asleep still and delusional, I joined the 9:30 group. I know, ten seconds doesn’t sound like much but this morning it kicked my butt. I spent the entire long run feeling like I was just barely keeping up.
What’s even more frustrating is that last week, I ran 8 by myself and kept an almost 9:15 pace. The group I think helped and hurt today and I don’t really get it. What’s even more frustrating is that they all looked like they were just out for a nice job. They definitely didn’t look like they were laboring like I was.
I’ve been trying to shake it off all day. For weeks my runs have been building my confidence that I can reach my goal but today was a reality check and probably just the one I needed. I’ve been thinking of a way to spin it in my head and what I’ve realized is that goals just don’t reach themselves. It takes work, and dedication and sometimes a little pain and humility. I still have time to put in the work and if this cold stays away long enough to let me, I’ll do just that.
How was your weekend? Did you run?