I was really excited about signing up and creating a training schedule for my half-marathon. It’s now three weeks away and I’m still excited and still on track, but it’s been hard! I’m sure November 26th Emjaye would be in awe of January 8th Emjaye and the paces that I can now run, the distances I have covered, but January 8th Emjaye is not feeling so confident.
Sometimes the runs feel great, but sometimes the numbers themselves are daunting and totally psyche me out before I even lace up. Earlier this week, I had a restless last hour of sleep because I kept thinking I was missing my run that I was trying to fit in before work. Then my alarm actually went off and I got up and headed to them gym and struggled. Being sore from strength training was my excuse, but in reality it was largely mental.
I ran three of eight, went back and tried to sleep for thirty more minutes. Then I took the mental health day, stretched and rolled because my legs actually got worse (note to self, weights OR power, not both, especially when I’ve been phoning in the strength for too long) and the next day I exchanged my rest day for a do-over. Take that.
Today it’s 12. And (with my new Garmin on my wrist) I can do that too.