GUYS…tonight was the first run in ages where I FORGOT I WAS RUNNING…if that makes sense. All of my runs over the last several months have been an effort. An effort to breathe. An effort to move. An effort to concentrate on anything but not dying. I won’t say this run wasn’t hard-because I went into knowing I wanted to push myself both in speed and in mileage. Some may scoff at my 10+ pace being in the same sentence as speed, but for ME, it’s fast, and I’m darn proud of the negative splits. The weather was cool and overcast and the wind was strong so that was a challenge. But…I did it and I’m so happy for getting it done. Thanks for all the support as I try my hardest to get back what I’ve lost.
This was on Thursday and I just had to share.
How do you handle starting over? Setbacks?