So after a terrible week last week, I almost slipped into a funk, but mid-run on Monday, I got mad. At me. And then I ran harder than I thought I could. And my splits (for a 5 mile run) looked like this:
- Mile 1: 10:00/mile. Feeling sorry for myself.
- Mile 2: 9:50/mile. Still being an idiot.
- Mile 3: 9:37/mile. Starting to turn green. You wouldn’t like me when I’m mad.
- Mile 4: 8:58/mile. Complete turnaround in attitude.
- Mile 5: 8:04/mile. Felt like I could climb a mountain.
I think running (after some base level of fitness) is as much about your head as it is your legs/lungs. It reminds me of a famous quote by Bobby Jones, the professional golfer:
“Competitive golf is played mainly on a five-and-a-half-inch course…the space between your ears.”
I followed that run up with another 5.12 mile run yesterday with an average pace of 8:53 which is a new PR for me at any kind of distance. And once again, I felt like a million bucks at the end.