Remember a few months ago when I found out I wasn't selected in the Falmouth Road Race lottery and I was all "HA! I'll show you FALMOUTH!!! Who needs you?? I'LL RUN A HALF MARATHON!" I'm not really sure why I felt that signing up for a 13.1 mile race was an appropriate response to not getting into a 7 mile race. But the joke is on me anyway because I ended up getting a charity number for Falmouth and ran it anyway! (holla Lymphoma Research Foundation!!)
That pesky half marathon is in two weeks and to say I am not ready for it is an understatement. I have no illusions of running the whole thing, there will definitely be a few periods of walking. Eh, what can you do. Oh, wait, yeah you can train for it. My bad.
Yesterday I went out for an "easy" 4.5 mile run.
I couldn't do it.
That's right folks, in a little over 2 weeks I will be running 13.1 miles and yesterday I couldn't run 4.5. Yesterday's running fail was completely mental. Once I get into my head I can't get out and all I could think about was how hard it was, how tired I was, and how much I wanted to stop. I was really upset about it, but I'm trying to shake it off as a bad run. We all have them and I need to be able to just let it roll off my back. Letting go isn't an easy thing to do when I have the longest race I've ever done looming over me, but if I'm not ready mentally then I'll never be able to physically do it.
And I have to do it, I get free lobster and beer when I'm done!
I'm doing another quick run tonight (3 miles) and an 11 mile on Saturday or Sunday. Let's hope I think only positive thoughts!!