Not too bad for an old gal!
A couple of months ago, I told you all I had a running goal to beat by my birthday. I just know you’ve thought of nothing else since then, right? Well, I wanted to hurry up and post my results so you can get back your normal life, so here you go.
I had picked completely arbitrary numbers to try to beat. I was still 44, so I wanted to run 4 miles in 44 minutes or less. Alas, I forgot that I was supposed to do the race before turning 45. I just realized yesterday, after doing a leg workout, that I had misremembered my own goal. Smart, huh? Now just imagine the chaos when I’m trying to follow somebody else’s rules. So I turned my challenge into a birthday run. I needed to do something fun for myself today, anyhow.
As I said in the announcement post, I knew the original goal of 4 10-minute miles in a row was out of reach for me in that short amount of time, so I eased it up to 4 miles in 44 minutes. Did I make my goal? Well…
Sorta. It’s within the 44 minutes. I am as ecstatic with this result as if I had shaved off that last 45 seconds! Just look how cool those numbers are! 4 in 44:44, 313 calories (as if that mattered at all), 145 bpm at 45. I just think this is numerologically neat, ridiculous as numerology is.
My fastest 5k to date, as well, except for one fluke back before I got a new watch and lost the old data. I can’t prove it, but I had a 32-minuteish 5k once. Anyway, today’s 5k:
The first several seconds of my run were comprised of Myself arguing with Myself over whether she actually wanted to be doing this today. I was moving, but not really. You know how it is. No starting gun, no adrenaline rush. Next time I’ll have a kid out there with a gun. Why didn’t I think of that?
I guess you could say I missed the mark, if you wanted to be a Negative Nancy about it. But I don’t. I am a Positive Polly. I did 4 miles under 45 on my 45th! If you’re chasing arbitrary numbers (as I do), that’s pretty neat! And I expect sometime in the next month or two to hit my real goal of consistent, consecutive 10-minute miles. I’m improving!
What went wrong:
Now, in retrospect, some things could have gone better. My slow start due to feeling like crap is the thing I feel worst about. I really should have grabbed that thing by the…you know…the thing, and just RUN. There were also a couple of times I slowed down because I was daydreaming. I had no spectators besides some thoroughly underwhelmed cows, so that slowed me down a little.
Thoroughly Unimpressed
I did pass one very nice gal in a Subaru who smiled so big it relit my fire for a good half mile.
I forgot to tank up on electrolytes before I went. Who knows? That might have been a good or a bad thing. Less chance of stomach-sloshies or needing to pee. But I do usually feel like having my drink before I go makes me feel better. I think that “mistake” probably didn’t affect me either way.
Like my first real race, I didn’t sleep well the night before. I don’t know why I’m always scheduling my races while I am pre-menstrual, but both runs were preceded by a miserable sleepless night due to hormones. Carnivore has taken care of every single one of my PMS symptoms except that one night of insomnia a couple of nights before I start. I think that if I’d “fat fast” the couple of days before it, that might solve this problem. Gonna try that next month. If anybody has any other ideas what to do about this, I’d be happy to hear it! Drop a comment!
Last night I was pretty sure, given my mood and this massive cold I seem to be coming down with, that I was going to have to post something pretty embarrassing today. I didn’t even want to do it, I was so draggy and sad and sniffly. But I did it anyway.
What went right:
Once I started moving, I had fun, and felt really good. If running weren’t fun for me, I’d find something else to do with my scant leisure time. I’ve been doing a lot of reading about Zone 2 training, Maffetone method, and the like. A few weeks ago, I decided to change the way I run, backing off to a less impressive speed most of the time, in order to keep my heartrate down. Even though I was pretty sure it would knock me out of achieving this goal, I felt in the long run that it would make me much, much faster, and (more importantly) healthier. But slowing down all those weeks, surprisingly, didn’t stop me! It made me better, even in such a short time. That 145 avg heart rate is very good for me at that pace! I’m over the moon about this!
I have a really good sense of how I will perform. As with my April race, I was gratified to see that my estimate of what I am capable of, and then my ability to get pretty close to that, are fairly accurate. I set ambitious goals, and I really do try to reach those. But I am also very good at not getting so ambitious as to discourage myself. I like how good my instincts are for how far I can go on the training load I am able to fit into my busy life. Especially since I focus more on strength than running, I am stoked to see how much I have improved in a short time, just because I’m turning out to be a good trainer.
I didn’t talk myself out of the win.
I felt like crap, y’all. All I could think all morning was “Why do I do these things to myself?” Well, I do them because that’s just who I am now: Not a quitter. Not a fearer. Not a loser. Not even that extra 45 seconds made a loser of me. I’m just too happy with how far I’ve come!
Don’t ever talk yourself out of a win, friends. Maybe you can’t measure up to the gal next door, and you sure won’t ever beat the one on social media who’s been running for years (Michelle Hurn, I’m looking at you!), but you can do your best for that day. It might hurt. It might come at some cost. But you can do something to make today a win. Don’t wait for something outside of yourself to make your day feel like a good one, whether it’s your birthday or not. Take the bull by the horns. I did, and now I don’t have to go my whole birthday feeling like a loser.
I did GOOD, y’all! I gave myself a wonderful birthday present. I pushed myself and got some very cool numbers at the end, no manipulation.
I WON!