In my ever quest to tap into my native American culture… or just to be more like Brian G.
… I often try and visualize what my spirit animal is…
I have even taken a quiz online:
This weekend I did not embody the spirit of the wolverine…
On Saturday we had a 3.5 hour run planned… no great adventure on this day just a few extra miles tagged on to one of our well used training routes…
An artist's depiction of our Saturday run… Judi led me most of the way… no rope but…
My spirit animal on this day… the ox…
A whopping 19 miles in 3:45…. 12 mpm pace and it suckethed… I was tired… and hurting the whole way… I wanted to stop at mile 8. And did stop at mile 10 for about 10 minutes… was making deals with myself
"just run to that stop sign"… "you can walk at the red-light" etc…
Everything hurt… feet, ankles, quads, glutes….
I was completely cooked afterwards too…
Sunday was going to be different!
I had a plan…
Judi's plan called for a 1:45 run….
My plan… in my brain said… "Run 12 mi in 1:45 just to prove that you are a runner and not a draft animal"
So I set out… no trying to be pretty or graceful… but smooth and easy like a mule… who has it in his head where he wants to go.
And I did… after a 9:40 first mile I just started piling up the 8:30s… by mile 11 I had slipped to 9:14 but… in the end I ran 11.93 miles in 1:46
No gazelle but… I feel better.
1 comment:
Well... They can't all be great now, can they? You recovered nicely though!
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