Donuts after a run. MMM I love Sundays. Well, maybe not just Sundays but any day I decide I need to treat myself after a run. I have the house to myself this morning before I go to work for the evening shift. So I got myself some donuts.
Made it out for another run, at the gym. I think I'm falling into the "if it's not fast it's not good" or the "You're way too slow to call yourself a runner" mantra. :/ Walked for a few minutes then did the next 0.75 at 7.0. What was I thinking?! That's way faster than my normal fast pace of 6.0. Had to walk at the mile mark then went right back up to 7.0, bopped around from 7.0 to 6.5 to walking for the next 1.75 miles. I walked a lot during this almost three mile run. And I know I could have done the whole three if I didn't freak out and think that I had to start out fast or keep going fast to make it a good workout. I should just accept my slowness, but it's so hard to do that. I can't seem to let myself remember that this time last year I nearly cried because I ran two miles in a row without stopping, even if it was at 5.0 speed or something along those lines. Does anyone else get frustrated with their seemingly to them, lack of progress? Grr. If it's not the fact that I totally chickened out on a long run it's the fact that I didn't do my shorter runs fast enough. Why can't I just be happy that I got my butt off the couch and went to the gym?
Oh well, I did get a run in. Maybe I'll be on my way to another 14 or dare I say it 15mile week? :D