I was supposed to run 10 miles LAST Saturday (the 13th). I got in 6 and called it a day. I trained hard all week this week, hoping that that would help me to mentally prepare for the looming double digit run I had postponed till today. But, it just transferred the fear from one week to the next. There's just something about 10 miles that is freaking me out a bit.
When Melinda (Lear Ninja) blogged, I could completely relate with what she was saying about explosive running. I was a sprinter and hurdler in junior high and high school. The most that I EVER ran on the track was 200 meters. THAT was a lot for me. I can remember being in awe of anyone who could make an entire LAP around the track...I just didn't have that kind of endurance. I couldn't pace myself. It was all or nothing. I was used to explosive bursts of energy, not anything that required endurance.
I feel like I'm back in high school...in awe of those who are running miles in the double digits...and those double digits are my new hurdles.
I am doing my 10 tomorrow. (We had 2 b-day parties, 1 soccer game and some b-day party shopping to do today, so my run got pushed till tomorrow). I know once I start, I'll wonder what in the world I was fearful of. Actually writing all of this down has made it pretty clear that there is nothing to fear. You're right, LJ! This is great therapy!
I will be praying for each of you.
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