Before I even step on the treadmill or walk outside to hit the road running, I have in mind how far I want to run. I will try to always meet that goal. If I don't, there has to be a good reason for stopping because I hate cutting my planned runs short.
According to my half marathon training, which I follow very closely, I was to run 6 miles yesterday. I got on the treadmill and started running. Within the first few seconds my left quad was in pain. I decided to stop thinking about it and continue running. But that thought didn't stay forgotten for too long, my quad hurt for most of the run. I think I looked down at the time every 30 seconds hoping the miles would fly by. They didn't.
After passing the 2 mile mark, I said to myself, I can go to 3 miles and see how I feel. If it didn't get any better I was going to stop. Then the guilt would have quickly followed. Getting to the third mile time dragged and dragged. I thought it was never going to end. Once I reached 3 miles I thought to myself, only three more 10 minute segments. When I thought that, it really broke the miles up nicely. Sure, I continued to constantly look at the timer on the treadmill, but it made those final three miles a little bit better.
I'm glad that I didn't stop. If I did, I would have made up the miles that I skipped yesterday in today's run.
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I swear time moves in slow motion when I'm on the treadmill. Good job getting in the six miles though.
Oh, and before I forget, apparently there's a game of tag going around in Blog Land. And you're it.
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