FOCUSING ON WHAT YOU CAN CONTROL
Because let's be real...the weather, how sore you are, how crappy the streets/sidewalks are is completely out of your control. AND MINE TOO. So, both yesterday's and today's run were only 8 miles. I say only because I had originally planned on trying for more, but my hand were so cold by the end that I didn't think it would be the smartest decision in the world...plus I really didn't wanna have to run past Casey's for the umphteenth time and see yet another person I knew when I had snot all over my face. And sweat...lot's of sweat despite the frigid temperatures.
Both runs went super great. Like holy shit how am I running these paces in these conditions for three days in a freaking row?!? And it honestly all came down to me just not paying attention to my watch and running based on feel. Telling myself even when shit got tough that all I had to/needed to do was focus of form. Using my arms. Running tall. And striding things out when my legs were feeling like cement blocks. Magically, it worked for me. The hills didn't seem that bad...and I have done a fabulous job of not falling on my ass (knock on wood!).
I have even had the energy 3 or 4 miles in to smile, laugh, wave at people I know, and just all around have fun. Be crazy. Run like no ones watching even though I know damned well everyone is cause like it is weird as all get out for someone to be out running for so long in these conditions...but like I just pretend to be super zoned in. Like I don't even notice them or I just laugh at how freaked out I get when like 3 or 4 vehicles pass me over the course of just a few minutes. DAMN I AM NOT A FAN OF THIS...WHY ARE SO MANY PEOPLE ON THE ROADS AT THIS TIME OF MORNING AND WHY DO I HAVE TO LOOK LIKE SUCH A HOT MESS WHEN I RUN?!
That was soooo my attitude this morning. Like there was zero hitting the panic button and more just me running around being super hyper and laughing at myself when I was struggling and running with my mouth open/tongue out just trying to breath normally. Which is pretty difficult when you're alternating between laughing, lip syncing, and saying "Noooooo" or "Ahhhh" every time you get passed by another vehicle. I realize if you don't run it makes zero sense why anyone would do this...but it made the miles way more bearable and go by like nothing.
Seriously, like before I knew it I was at 6.75 miles and not even feeling it. I was just trotting along like it was no big deal. Like the cold/wind was not even phasing me. I was just happy to be done with all the crappy hills and ready to really make the most of the rest of my run. And by "make the most of my run" I mean really push the pace and enjoy every step. Even if that meant being uncomfortable and totally letting that discomfort show all over my face. Because, that is yet another thing I had control of.
I had the choice to be out there is this crappy weather. The choice to run 8 fracking miles at 9:23 pace and the choice to have a fucking blast for the whole 75 minutes. Oh, and of course the choice to pretend Thomas Rhett was at the finish line because we all need a little motivation to really go the distance some mornings. And although I did not see any cute dogs this morning...I still was able to enjoy running my usual route. Although, I can only imagine how much better the experience would have been if I had just seen one cute puppy. Or 10. Honestly I just love dogs.
So far, we are at 32 miles for this week (week four...I think?) We ran 25 last week...so I am super happy with how things are going right now. The real question is....do I dare try for 9 on Sunday? Or do I stick with 8 to make it an even 40 miles for the week? Stay tuned to find out...although I honestly don't know that any of you really care about the distance...y'all probs just wanna see me get chased by a wild animal for a few miles or fall and have to run all over town covered in blood.