On my run Wednesday, probably about mile 2. I have no idea exactly when, I left my space watch at my desk and only had the iPhone (which stays in the SPI belt) to record the run. I came to the conclusion I am a runner I am not a racer. I love to run, I really really really do. Racing makes me crazy, I am competitive, mostly with myself, sometimes with others, mostly against myself. Hence, checking back on race stats and run stats and the constant comparison. And beating myself about the head and neck and subjecting y'all to it. Analysis paralysis, much?
Once I finally got to this point, my run got easier, huh, how about that. So I just kept going, and going, 8 miles on the nose. How about that, and a sub 10 pace, how about that! I also wonder if the inability to obsessively compulsively check my pace had anything to do with that too...
Getting back into the office Howie wanted to know if I made the full 10, I said I ran out of road and landed at 8 on the nose! I threw out my little epiphany and he said, "I'm a racer, I feel that drive to just go out there and run hard till I puke." Huh... maybe I am on to something.
On my run, I explored that little trail, it was little, no more than a mile in the, yes I remembered to memorize the name, Sparkle Lake Conservation area off of Thomas Road, next to Birch Plain Creek. Kinda fun to run around in the woody prairie.
Beth, who really really appreciates all the support and reminders to not pick on myself and apologizes for being whiney!!