Tomorrow I will be running the NYCRUNS Verrazano Half Marathon. I believe this will be number 15 for me! I'm pretty excited, it's the inaugural race, and a scenic route that I don't do often. It also be a shot to shave 8 seconds off my time...and you know, run a sub-2 already. The past week has been a bit tough, between work and being lazy, running has been put on the back burner, while eating lots of sweets and fried foods has taken over.
I had two decent runs this week, and most importantly, they've given me a bit of confidence back. I also know enough to know that 5 days of slacking off does not negate months of hard training. I know from my race on April 1st, it'll be tough regardless, but I can do it. To help me out, I've come up with a great mantra:
I don't care.
Confused? Let me demonstrate:
MY LEGS HURT.
I don't care.
I'M TIRED.
I don't care.
MY FEET ARE GOING TO EXPLODE.
I don't care.
I WANT TO DIE,
I don't care.
I'M GONNA PUKE.
I don't care.
I think you get the drift. My point is, no matter what little excuse I can make up Saturday, it doesn't matter. I need to keep running, strong, and pretend that I'm running like an Olympic athlete, and you know, just do it.
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