Today is the first Saturday in my “training” program (I use that term loosely because I’m not quite sure what I’m training for). This means it’s my first “long run” (I use that term loosely because my brother is running the Chicago Marathon next weekend and that is more of a “long run”). My long run today is supposed to be six miles. The programs says “Don’t worry about speed and walk if you need to.” So, I’m going to try to run past halfway, take a few minute walking break, and run the rest. My destination? Target. Of course. I needed to be running somewhere I’d actually want to be.
I ran 5+ miles earlier this week, with no walking, so I should be able to do this no problem. BUT – I’m really wussing out and thinking, “You have so much to do for the party today, just wait and do your long run tomorrow.” But I know if I don’t go today, I won’t go tomorrow. I need to just DO IT. If I have to walk half of the distance, that’s fine. I need to just get out there and DO IT. Right?
C’ya on the flip side.
Edited to add: I chose a 7.5 mile route, planning to walk most of the first mile and a half for warm-up. I ended up only walking a little over half-a-mile. That means I ran almost SEVEN DAMN MILES. I feel great. Other than not being able to walk, of course. But if you don’t consider that…I feel GREAT.