Today was my long run day. I was really feeling anxious about it because my confidence was shot with yesterday’s run. Even though I improved my time by so much, I waaay over-paced my first mile trying to keep up with a friend. So, when the race was over, I felt AWFUL. Usually I feel great after a run, but I pushed myself too hard that first mile so the rest of the race was insanely tough. So, last night I was doubting myself thinking I wouldn’t be able to run today, or that I’d have to walk most of the way.
So, I tried to just do it. Just get out there, run through the stiffness and the anxiety. I ran the whole 7.5 miles with only three very short walking breaks to hydrate and de-layer along the way. I did fine. I think I just find it so hard to believe that I’ve made it so far in my training. I keep thinking back to when I started running and the fifth-of-a-mile stretch to the next street was too far for me to run. I keep thinking, “How is this me? How am I able to run seven miles? Surely this is not possible…” I psych myself out and lose all confidence.
But – I did it. That’s what matters. I guess with each long run I make, my confidence should grow. And I need to learn to brush off the bad days and not let them get me down. I’m doing it. Slowly but surely – I need to keep reminding myself that nothing says I can’t do it – so I need to just keep going.