Looking Back At Where You Have Come From As A Runner And Growing From There.
Over the past few Saturdays I’ve been frustrated by my inability to keep to my sub 2 hour half marathon pace.
Today I ran 10.5 miles at a 9:55 min/mile pace and it hurt quite a bit.
Whenever I get down about my lack of progress, I have two options. Either wallow in self pity or appreciate how far I’ve come.
How far I have come.
My third ever run was on the 1st January 2011. I ran it at night time as I hadn’t really ever jogged properly before and assumed that I’d just be mocked all of the way if I ran in daylight.
It was really fucking freezing outside and I was wearing running clothes that my sister bought me for Christmas.
The run was horrendous.
To quote myself on a run report that I wrote 6 months afterward.
My God this (run) was hectic. My track bottoms were falling off my arse. I started out too fast and I quickly met my death just outside the Coast Road Hotel. Distraught at the time but formative.
Here is the Garmin log.
I didn’t really know what I was doing and I started out too fast and came to a halt just after the 2 mile mark.
When you set out for one of your first ever runs it really hurts when it goes fucking bad. And this was just plain awful.
It’s too easy to just quit at this point if you’re beginning.
I could have easily gave in after this, but I wouldn’t have experienced the best 2 years of my life because of it.
Getting back on track immediately.
I spent that night feeling down about how I’d given in and just walked home, but still I was strangely philosophical.
If I hadn’t tried to run that evening, then I wouldn’t have been aware of my limits.
Come night time, I couldn’t sleep at all well and wasted it watching some awful movies.
It got to 9am and I still couldn’t sleep so I opted to try the same run I wanted to run the previous day, only do it a little slower.
I ran it a consistent pace and ever since then I’ve tried to be consistent above everything.
The line between success and failure is that thin that it mightn’t seem worthwhile to put in that extra little effort on the run.
But that one run on the 2nd January 2011 probably saved my life and without it I wouldn’t have started this blog or have visited all of the places I’ve visited.
Before you give up, give running one last chance. Run in your own comfort zone and run for your own reasons and above any of it, enjoy it.
Running doesn’t have to be difficult or a challenge. If you give it enough time it will become easier and you will succeed with your goals.