Life sometimes has a way of reminding you that you aren't necessarily in charge. Thus the reason my training schedule took a crap this week... not that I'm complaining. As it turned out, my adorable new nephew decided to make an early appearance and I'm not ashamed to say that running will always take a back seat in times like these. So, instead of blogging about a 6 mile run on Wednesday, I spent my evening with little man's big sister talking about how excited she was to meet her baby brother. It doesn't get much better than that.
Unfortunately, that meant a 6 mile run today. I'm not gonna lie - there was no part of me that wanted to run. After a busy day at work and a hectic week all around, what I really wanted to do was plop my ass on the couch and watch a cheesy Christmas movie. But I had to remind myself that I wasn't going to get any closer to my goal by sitting around eating ice cream... and since I'm not even close to being prepared for the marathon in May, I figured I should stick to the program. So, off I went...
At the beginning of my run I was very unsure I was going to hang in there for all 6 miles. I tried to focus on smaller goals - getting through one mile at a time, slowly increasing the speed with each mile. Instead of thinking about the 6 miles ahead, I focused on the 1 mile I had to run at 6.2 mph. For mile 2, I thought only about the mile I had to run at 6.3 mph. Shorter goals made it far easier to get through and, before I knew it, I had less than a mile to go. That's not to say that it didn't feel like an eternity at the time, but at least I can say I finished. Which I feel I can be quite proud of. A few months ago, when I first started this crazy thing, I couldn't imagine what it would be like to jump on the treadmill and run 6 miles. Now I find myself gearing up for 8 miles this weekend. I feel I've come a long way in 69 days (training days that is) and I can't wait to see what lies ahead in the next 6 months :)
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