DAY TWO RUN TWO // HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW
Because, it’s March 2nd and I’m back to finding blogging inspiration from the songs I’ve been listening to while running.
And, for once, I’m seemingly okay with the fact that my past two workouts have been just average in comparison to my workouts at the start of the week. Which, is so not like me and I have no clue what is even going on. First, let’s flashback to Wednesday’s epic 4 mile run. I was really wanting to get closer to a 9 minute mile average, so I decided the best way to accomplish that was to just up the speed earlier/more often during my run (DUH). Even after how good my runs have been going lately, this thought still terrified me. But, I just went for it and ended up performing extremely well…probably thanks to the music I was listening to.
I ran 4 miles at 9:18 pace and has a blast for pretty much the whole run, aside from the last mile when I was staring down the treadmill screen willing the run to be over with. It felt like everything was back to “normal” and I was back to defeating the treadmill+crushing goals on a regular basis. So, when I returned to the gym on Friday, I was counting on another out of this world run. 6 miles at a semi fast pace of 9;30-35. Nothing too crazy, just a long run to put me in the best mood possible for the weekend. No pressure at all…right?!?
And then my body was like: NOPE. NOT TODAY.
My whole lower body seemed to be totally against running, even though I hadn’t trained legs since Wednesday. Also, ever time I went to up the speed I found myself absolutely terrified that I wouldn’t be able to keep up and would end up flying backwards off the treadmill. Not a great workout or start to my morning. Nevertheless, I convinced myself that things just had to improve by leaps and bounds for my Saturday workout, AKA today’s workout. Which seemed perfectly attainable at the start of the day yesterday. I was determined to do everything within my power to set myself up for success.
And then, life happened. I only drank 32 oz. of water the entire day yesterday. I “didn’t have time” to ice my legs. I “accidentally” ate in a 1,000 calorie deficit. And my mind was going a million miles an hour while I was trying to sleep last night. Basically, I didn’t have any realistic shot at a good, long run and enjoyable workout. In fact, every part of me wanted to stay in bed this morning when my alarm went off at 4:08 a.m. EVERY. FREAKING PART OF ME. Somehow, I convinced myself that all of yesterday’s shortcomings wouldn’t impact today’s workout…because I just wouldn’t let them.
Except, they did and there was nothing I could do except have a positive attitude. I just kept reminding myself how blessed I am to have a gym to run/lift in and how lucky I am to be able to physically run without pain or limitation of any kind. Plus, there’s always tomorrow. A brand new chance to show up and absolutely destroy my workout. And, ya know, maybe learn from some of yesterday’s mistakes?!?