Uh, holy crap. Yesterday I ran 6 miles. And it was awesome!
Honestly, I really didn’t expect it to be. I contracted a bad case of Compare Myself to Other Runners-itis. It started on Saturday when I heard my brother and sister talk about how many miles they had to run this weekend for their training programs. Clue: they were a heck of a lot more than 6.
I spew the gospel of running as an individual sport and to not compare yourself to other runners, but even I get bogged down by it sometimes. It’s hard when, to me, 6 miles feels like moving a mountain, but to the people who share my genes, 6 miles is a warm up.
But, during my run, I made a list of reasons why I shouldn’t compare myself to my siblings:
- Even though we share genes, we aren’t the same people.
- I have pretty much the opposite of a runner’s body. I’m built to be a catcher for a softball team, not speed or distance running.
- My brother and sister have been running A LOT longer than I have.
- They are way more devoted to the sport than I am.
- Two years ago, I couldn’t walk a mile without resting. Look how far I’ve come!
And most importantly:
- IT DOESN’T MATTER.
Seriously. Who cares? I’m running. They’re running. It doesn’t matter. I hit that epiphany at about a mile in and the remaining 5 miles were easy peasy. I’m sure to some people, my 6 miles sounds just like my brother’s 16 miles sounded to me. This sport is way relative and it isn’t worth my stress. There will always be someone who runs faster/longer/better than me and always someone who runs slower/shorter/worse than me.
So I worked through it and ended my run like this:
Happy and proud!
And wearing an awesomely clashing outfit.
I did 6 miles in 1:11:23. I started to feel a little tired around 45 minutes in (after 3.5ish miles) so I stopped, walked and ate a Medjool date. And it was the best thing I’d tasted in a looooong while. I’m definitely going to try to fuel training and my race with real foods. Goo and gels need not apply. The date kicked in and I plowed through the rest of the miles.
And then I came home and ate a piece of pizza. Which also tasted amazing.
And drank some milk (don’t worry, I ate my pizza crust, too).
I do think my heart rate monitor is kaput. It is telling me I burned a measly 754 calories for 70 minutes of running. While I was running, I looked down and my heart rate was blinking “00” a few times. I just replaced the batteries in the chest strap, so I don’t know what could be wrong. Boo urns!
7 miles next week. 7 miles sounds scary long. But I am REALLY excited to get past halfway of my final mileage. Dear half marathon : it is on like Donkey Kong.