The Good & The Ugly

I am nearing the end of week 7 of my Boston training. For the most part it has gone well. I’ve been able to run the paces I’m supposed to (or faster really – because who does an easy 17 miler at marathon pace?). I used to dread having to run at tempo pace – okay, I still do before the run starts – but they have become easier and more awesome.

It has not all been fun and games though. Last week (Feb 27th to be exact) I set out for my 15 mile run through Encinitas, Leucadia, and Carlsbad. I was SO EXCITED to run along Coast Highway again, even if it involved marathon pace and tempo miles. It was a little drizzly when I started. No big deal. Had to run through puddles and my shoes and socks were soaked. Annoying, but I can handle it. I made it to about 8 miles and had headed back south towards Encinitas. Cue the nasty head wind. During the tempo portion no less. It was miserable. It started to rain harder. I stopped on the side of the road several times to try to get it together, but ended up crying. I was cold. I was wet. I was lonely. I tried to push on, having to stop every quarter mile it seemed. By mile 12 it really started to pour. That was the end of the line for me. I found some shelter, pulled out my phone, and requested an Uber to take me back to my car in Encinitas. Yeah, it was like that.

I was devastated. The rest of the day I couldn’t stop thinking about how hard and awful that run was. I was so upset that I quit. Thoughts of “WHY AM I EVEN DOING THIS? DO I REALLY WANT TO RUN THIS RACE???” ran rampant through my head. And to think the day before I had an awesome run. Side note: it rained over 3″ that day. I call myself a meteorologist and actually thought it was okay to run in that weather??

The next day, I hit reset. Did my speed work. Everything was okay again. I just had to let that bad run go. You’re not going to kill it every time – that’s why it’s training. Ever since my runs have been incredible. Still hard, no doubt, but I definitely felt better.  That one clusterf***  of a run definitely made me appreciate the successful runs afterwards. I feel more confident in my goals and generally not dying during the race. Now to move on to this Sunday’s 20 miles. The first seven I plan on doing fast-ish, followed by pacing a friend during the San Diego Half Marathon. A medal for my training run? Don’t mind if I do. Short one, out.


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