I will decide to have a bad evening run as early as noon that same day.
It’s a total mental game that sometimes I lose at. I’ll let the little things affect me throughout the day so by the time 5:30 pm rolls around, I’m over it. I don’t want to run the distance, I don’t want to the run the pace, I don’t want to RUN. And when I force myself to run, I’ll be grumpy the entire time and be grumpy after the run.
All because I decided around noon “this was not going to be a good run”.
This morning however, I was determined not to let myself fall into that mental trap. All day I kept reminding myself I was going on a run tonight. I ate well to provide the necessary fuel. I hydrated all day long. I took my asthma meds.
When I got home, I was ready!
Unfortunately, the husband was not. While I had a bad day this last Tuesday, he had a bad day today. In fact when I took off running, he stayed back a bit to walk. Around the 1 mile mark though, we kicked it into gear. Half way through the run, I knew this was going to be a good one.
It was towards the end that I realized, ohmygosh, we were going to PR again. We were keeping under a 12:32 pace and killing it.
Finished in 24:38. That’s a 12:20/mile pace for 2 miles.
I O-W-N you two miles! Sucka!
P.S. Cause not everyone loves my Garmin as much as me…
This is one of my favorite 2011 pictures to date! Can we say ADORABLE? I dare say Jeff and I have the cutest 1 year old niece.
