I ran 9 miles this morning!!!! This is the longest run that I have done in 2 years. It was a long SLOW one which I guess is the way long runs are supposed to be done. At least I am telling myself that. If I can run my 10 miler next weekend, I should be good to go for my half marathon on June 21st. By good to go, I mean I should be able to finish the race.
I looked down at my Garmin at I was over 30 minutes for 3 miles and I started telling myself "I su.....". I stopped it right there. I set out to do mileage not go out to set a new PR. I am behind in my training and I have to focus on endurance at this point. Once I told myself I could be slow, my run was very enjoyable. I felt like I got a great workout and I completed my goal of 9 miles.
While I was running at the lake today, there was a race is progress. The people running are total nut jobs (in a good way). They are extreme runners. The race is the Fans 24 hour race. These people run around the same lake for 12-24 hours. I have a hard time just doing one lap, I can't imagine doing the same thing for 24 hours!! This is one race I don't care to ever do.
I had heard about this race from an ultra-marathoner who spoke to us in running class. This woman did this race whilst in LABOR!!!!!!! She made it 62 laps before she went in to birth her child. Ummmm, I thought I was going to die walking from my house to my car when labor started. I can't imagine running 9 months pregnant, let alone having contractions. Sure enough, as I was doing my lap around the lake today, I saw this lady and I believe she lapped me. Ha!
During my 1:44 minutes of running, I had a lot of time to think and reflect on my week. I have been having a hard time lately and I have been filled with self-doubt. It started with 2 really bad photo shoots where not one of the photos turned out and it spiraled into me telling myself that I am failure, I can't do anything right, and I just simply suck.
On Thursday, I was telling my hair stylist about my failed shoots and he said "it happens". He (being the God of hair in my opinion) had to redo 4 haircuts in one week. I gasped in horror because I can't believe he would do anything other than perfect work. He just said, "chalk it up to being off on your game and take it as a learning experience". He was totally right. Somedays/weeks are just like that. Take the kick in the pants and move on. Fretting about it is useless. This is some of the best advice I have been given in a long time.
He also gave me a bit of brutal honesty. I guess my shoes are not the only thing that needs a make over. My hair was horrible and he told me it was time to lose the mom-do. This was like getting punched in the gut because my hair is the only thing lately that has style. But he was right,I did let it go and it did look frumpy. Now, I am back to being the blonde I was born with and I have a cute short do again. Thank you Matthew for bringing me back to reality!!!