10 Confidence Boosting Miles!
On Saturday I had a super strong 10 miler that really boosted my confidence.
Lately my schedule at work has been so jam packed that I started feeling overwhelmed by my workout schedule. You probably already know that since I bang on about it all the time! To deal with my anxiety I’ve been taking a “one day at a time” approach to running.
Mollie, my coach, and I use Final Surge to track my training progress. Every Sunday she puts in a full week’s worth of training into my calendar in Final Surge, but I’ve stopped looking at the calendar. Instead I just have Final Surge text me each day’s workout the morning that its due. That keeps me in the “one day at a time” mentality.
Last weekend I only had eight miles on my schedule for a long run, so what a surprise it was to see a text on Saturday morning saying I had 10 miles due that day. Although I didn’t know what the mileage would be for that day I was anticipating nine miles.
Of course, in the grand scheme of things there is very little difference between running 9 or 10 miles, except that 10 miles adds a digit! Since I had not run double digits in a few months it honestly made me nervous to think about. Realistically I knew 10 miles was within my wheelhouse but I still had butterflies in my stomach.
It turns out all of that nervous energy was for nothing because I had a great run! In fact the 10 miler completely renewed my love for the long run. It took me a couple of miles to feel warmed up, like it always does, and then I was in runner heaven. Honestly the miles started just clicking off. Between miles 5 and 9 every time my Garmin would beep to let me know I’d run another mile I was in shock …. already?!
When mile 9 clicked off I realized it was my fastest mile so far and my legs still felt really good, so I decided to speed up a little to see how that felt. I ended at mile 10 with my fastest mile of the night, and I felt like I could have given even more. (I did run/walk.)
It helped that there were 20 mph winds at my back during that final mile. While running into the wind slowed me down during some of the miles, running with it at my back made me feel like I was soaring.
While this wasn’t my best 10 miler ever pace wise (not by a long shot), it was one of the best runs of my life. There have been so many weeks over the last few months that the long run has felt more like a burden than something I do for fun. In fact, recently during long runs I would wonder why in the world I ever wanted to run an ultramarathon.
Last night reminded me why running a 50 miler is still on my bucket list. The long run is the best. It’s relaxing and fun and challenging all at the same time. It provides uninterrupted time to daydream, to plan and to work through problems. It gives back to me everything that I want exercise to give me.
Adam has asked me before, in the kindest way possible, why I run when I’m not particularly good at it. Why don’t I make lifting my main thing instead when I have some natural talent at that? My answer is always the same: because I want to run.
There is no other exercise in the world that has the ability to make me feel the way running does. I’m in love with it.
(okay okay, remind me of this the next time I have a bad run!)
When was the last time you had a running high?
Was it suuuuuper windy by you this weekend? We had 22mph winds!