Last week's 5k was not awesome. There were a lot of hills. I finished in 31:27. My PR is 31:16. I was bummed. Realistically the more hilly terrain means that I actually did BETTER, despite the shorter time. So I wrote this letter.
Dear Me,
You are bummed about 11 seconds. Get over it.
Love,
Me
It sucks when you feel like you were making progress, and then something small comes along and makes you pout. Or hang your head. Or tweak your knee. This week I've been running intervals all week- just putting in the miles and the speed. Faking it until I make it. I know that great feeling is going to come back. But for now I'm just on autopilot.
2 comments:
Like the letter, need to keep that in mind for myself.
I have to write versions of that letter almost every day...
http://40milessouth.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-me.html
http://40milessouth.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-me.html
But one time, I wrote a letter to life, and it kinda rocked, and I love it:
http://40milessouth.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-open-letter.html
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