On Sunday, I tried to go for a run. It was the first time I’d run since the Honolulu Marathon, which was the first time I’d run since the Atlanta Marathon, which was… you get the idea. I hadn’t really been motivated to run lately except when I had a race, but I wanted to change that. And you know, with a marathon seven days away, I figured it was time to start training! So, as stated, I tried to go for a run.
I did the first mile at just above an 8 minute pace (that’s pretty fast for me). I thought, “woo hoo, I should take more time off! Look at me go! Maybe I’ll BQ on Sunday!” Then I started mile 2, and I dropped to about a 9:50 pace – but I felt like I was putting in the same effort and goign just as fast. “Stupid Garmin, must be losing signal and thinking I’m not going anywhere.” I hit mile 2.1 and was at a 10:40 pace, and this was when I tried to start cursing my Garmin. Unfortunately it didn’t work because I was totally out of breath. By mile 2.4, I was so out of breath that I couldn’t run anymore, and I slowed to an exhausted and defeated walk.
You all tell me that I’m down to earth in my writing, and that I tell the good, the bad, and the ugly. Well, there it is, in black and white. Little Miss I’m-Going-To-Run-Twenty-Five-Marathons-This-Year couldn’t complete an easy three mile loop in perfect conditions on a beautiful January day. Three days after I made my New Year’s resolutions, I wanted to give up and call it quits. So what if I don’t run all 50 states – I had a good run last year (pun intended), and there would be no shame in quitting. Right? Right? (Thanks, MizFit!)
Though I’d never admit it because of how dorky it looks, I’ve gotten to like my fuel belt fanny pack, so I brought it on the short run to hold my cell instead of my Gu. So I dialed Boyfriend, and I whined. “How am I going to do the Disney Marathon this weekend if I can’t even run a three mile loop? I’m so tired. But I wanted to do a long run around Central Park today. I’m so pathetic!”
Boyfriend, being the amazing boyfriend that he is, agreed to go for a walk around the park with me instead. After all, running or walking, mileage is mileage, right? We stopped at Starbucks to grab coffee and then meandered through the park, taking a narrow path around a lake that had some good inclines and got us just a bit sweaty. Boyfriend never does stuff like that, aside from his (actual) mountain climbing. I tell you, we’re two of a kind – I don’t run at all unless I’m doing a marathon, and he doesn’t hike at all unless he’s scaling the summit of a mountain! We both had a lot of fun on our Sunday stroll though, and decided we’re going to do this more often – but walking a few miles isn’t really going to keep me in marathon shape.
I think if my goal of running 25 marathons this year is going to come true without injuries along the way, I need to become a lot more consistent in my running. But how to get motivated to do that? Stay tuned as I try to figure it out.