Yesterday kicked off the official start for my training for the Army Ten Miler. My scheduled called for 3-4 miles. I managed 2.54 and it was craptasticular. Yes, that’s now a word.
Start time: ~6:30 pm
Conditions: 84 degrees / overcast / medium humidity (I know I’m so technical)
Stats: 2.54 miles / 29:06 minutes / 11:26 pace
# of walk breaks: 1
Details: no music / around neighborhood
I’m trying to not to be hard on myself. Really really trying. The run just felt terrible. It wasn’t my breathing that was off or anything, but I think I’m just trying to get my brain in the mode of training again. Plus, when I’m running I think I’m tensing up. When I went to shower post-run my arms felt like jello and my abs really feel it during the run.
I hope by keeping track of the details and progress that when I start seeing improvement it’ll improve my game mentally as well. I love running. I do. I just have to get back to that happy running feeling again. I forget how long that takes, but it’ll be worth getting there.
Plus, a little me time during training is going to be good for myself. The longest I’ve ever been away from Xander was 3.5 hours. I know my training won’t be taking put hat much time each day, but getting used to be away from him, even albeit short times, is going to be beneficial for all of us. Even though I just got really sad while typing that. I love hanging out with my little dude all the time!
When I walked in the door last night I found dinner ready and waiting on the stove and the boys cuddled up…
Now that’s the best way to end a training run.