TT: 1:31:31
AP: 9:04
9:34, 9:21, 9:21, 9:16, 9:04, 9:04, 8:42, 8:38, 8:51, 8:51, :45
N County Blvd - round about - SR 92 - 100 E
I had no pep this morning and it seemed like the perfect day to keep everything slow. I've done a lot of faster miles this week and last week. Everything felt very creaky and I'm excited for my rest day tomorrow. Got my calves worked on.
Quick stretch and foam roll.
Here's a little thing I wrote for our family blog:
The Journey
Awhile ago, I painted a pretty picture in my head. It was of my journey to qualify for the Boston Marathon. It was like one of those sports movies with music that played at just the right parts and the underdog always won.
But the actual movie has been nothing like my make-believe movie. My actual movie has played out like this:
On a Friday,I ran 18 miles alone and finished by 6:30am. Which means I started and ended when it was dark. Then on the following Monday, I ran 11 miles....in the dark. BUT 10 months ago, running this kind of mileage wasn't even imaginable. Or being mentally tough enough to run it alone.
I haven't been doing speed work on the track. The thought of doing intervals makes me want to vomit. It gives me anxiety. And It is hard. BUT I'm running almost 45 seconds per mile (in training) faster than I did 10 months ago. And I can still get to puke zone doing it.
My body is full of niggles right now. Training aches and pains. The hypochondriac in me is going crazy. BUT they are not full blown injuries and I can still train.
I had a goal of getting to a certain body fat percentage by race day. I can't get there if I really like sugar cookies. The demons laugh at my self mastery. BUT I'm getting closer to that number, albeit slowly.
I feel like my journey is in a constant state of change. I'm changing. I've come a long ways in the 10 months I have been training. Though I haven't conquered all my demons, I'm getting closer. I've conquered other things along the way which has made me a more disciplined runner. There are things that I once thought impossible or hard that I can handle semi-gracefully.
The journey that I thought I was going to experience is nothing like the journey I'm on.
Silken Laumann, an Canadian Olympian, said, "It's important to know that at the end of the day it's not the medals you remember. What you remember is the process--what you learn about yourself by challenging yourself, the experiences you share with other people, the honesty the training demands--those are the things nobody can take away from you whether you finish twelfth or you're an Olympic Champion".
I'll find out how this movie plays out in 8 weeks.
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