One thing that annoys me is when people say, ‘I just did a slow run at an 8min/mile pace’. Whaaat!?! I’d love that to be my ‘slow’ pace! It’s one reason I get sick of Instagram. It isn’t honest, it isn’t truthful. A lot of it is full of crap. I get over it, I don’t post for a while. And then I realize that I do like it for motivation. I do like the pretty pictures. I like to keep myself going. I did a lot better (running) when I was posting my paces on each picture, it kept it more real. I think I need to get back to that.
I try not to say ‘slow’ runs anymore. I know my marathon pace is what some people would dream their 5k pace would be. I know this, because I dream that my 5k pace will one day be what some people are running their marathons. (Think anywhere from the 6:30-7:30min/mile range) I just don’t get how to get there. I mean, think I know how:
And that last one. That is where I suck. I mean, I’m pretty hopeless at all three. It’s a mission (well, not really, but I’m lazy) to get to a hill to run. Speedwork scares me. I feel like a failure if I don’t hit the paces I prescribed myself. But consistency, That’s where I fail. I know I need to go out every day, and some weeks I’m amazing. And then I have those bad weeks were I struggle. Right now I’m thinking that I’m not the type of person that can run fast. I just don’t see how I would ever be able to run a marathon at an 8min/mile pace (or even a 9min/mile to break that elusive 4 hours). I can barely hold on to 3.1 miles at that pace.
I get so jealous of people running fast, getting those BQs. I have to keep telling myself that they work hard. It doesn’t come easy. If I want it, I’m going to have to work hard too. And that scares me.