I know an old runner who swallowed a fly, I don’t know why she swallowed a fly…
I’ll tell you why she swallowed the damn fly! She swallowed the fly so that she didn’t waste time and slow down trying to get the damn thing outta her mouth when she knew she was finally gonna beat her best 5k time EVER! F**K YEAH!
I did it! I finally did it.
The last week has taught me a lot about how I view my runs. I need to think of them differently or I am at risk of becoming disheartened and thinking I’m not progressing through training as I should. When I look back at my Couch to 5k times, they varied. A LOT. I need to allow myself these variations without believing I am a failure. The right times will come, even in 18 degrees worth of heat and sunshine and a diet of flies! (perhaps I’ll die?). So, lessons learned, and I feel really good about my run today. My thoughts for the next runs are gonna be as follows;
Monday – The ‘recovery’ run, presuming I didn’t die the Saturday before. (5K)
Wednesday – The ‘prepare to do your personal best’ run (7k)
Thursday – The ‘try you damn hardest to beat your best 5k time’ run (5k)
Saturday – The ‘I’m going to kill myself if this run doesn’t kill me’ run (10-12k [for now])
We don’t have to beat our personal bests with each run, even elite athletes don’t manage that. From now on, other than Wednesdays, I am not going to concentrate or listen to my time and distance, I’m just going to run at my own pace.
I also ran past a gang of teenagers again, they were taking up ALL of the road, moved out my way and apologised and said “hi” as I ran past. I thought that was really nice and it put me in a good mood. It wont last though, I know that the next group of teenagers I run past will probably have knives.
The iPod was also my friend today; Bruce Springsteen, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd and Prince make for great running music.
Here’s a picture to illustrate how I felt about beating my personal best 5k time: