That eating before an evening run agrees with my tummy? What a discovery... I eat a bagel with cheese one hour before my run and I'm flying. Not light shattering speed but consistent, strong and utterly satisfying speed.
Of course, it could also be the light electrolytes I'm taking in my water every day (I've warmed up to the lemon/lime flavour), combined with the amazing cream I put on my legs to being more careful of what I eat and possibly a renewed self confidence in myself but whatever it is, it's working!
Tuesday tempo run was fabulous. Not easy by any mean but I didn't feel I was about to die halfway through even though the wind was strong. I decided to be conservative and do only 6k. I wanted to test my pacing as well and to a large extent, that worked too. I consciously upped the music level so I could be in my own bubble and not be tempted to keep up with someone else beside me. I decided that it was not worth trying to overtake anyone in training :) plenty of time to do that in a race... So I felt strong throughout and finished feeling very happy.
When I started to think about Wednesday workout, 6 hills, I didn't panic. Armed with "the plan", I got in there with all the tools that I had garnered in the last week or so. I was ready. I listened to my friend Sean talking on the way to the hill, his soothing voice that always work its charm on me. I instinctively feel calmer when I talk to him even though I'm as bubbly as ever. This person has accomplished so much in terms of running and training and yet, you'd never know seeing him until he starts running. Then I promptly lose sight of him because he's one fast runner! He's also consistent and smiling whenever he sees someone. He's truly an inspiration.
On my way to the hill I also decided to run back home to add up a little bit of mileage. We get the "up the mileage" drilled in our head so much but I don't want to overdo it, I want to continue my cross training on Thursdays. So I decided to take advantage of the downhill to run home from the hill after the workout. This meant not going out with the group after but I felt it was important to me to do it. And I'm glad I did. I felt so good running home. I started to get tired towards the end so took a few walking breaks. Overall I felt good, strong, focused. But most of all, I felt happy.
I'm back. The mojo is back. The legs are back. The marathon is in sight and I can do it. I know I can. I have it in me. And all it took was a bagel with cheese... who knew?
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