Hey friends!! Serious and uber-cheesy/soppy post today- be warned!
Usually, Mondays are my ‘Reader Request’ post days, but in all the Valentine’s excitement, it got side-lined until today! Today’s topic is: How to deal with a bad run or workout. Please note this is all just my own opinion/story! I’m not a professional!
Today, I had a bad run. A very bad run. It made me look like this.
I had a tempo run planned, but felt sluggish and bleugh the whole time, which happens so rarely! I had to keep dropping my pace down.
I really let this get to me. I knew exactly what the problem was, I just didn’t know how to tackle it. It wasn’t a lack of good fuelling…
…and it wasn’t tiredness. I had gotten a good night’s sleep, and taken two days off from running; a cross-training day on Monday and a full chillax day yesterday. So it wasn’t that either.
I tried to blame it on other things.
“The air-con isn’t working and I’m too hot”
“My playlist is too boring, I need to change it up”
“My ankle/leg/butt/back etc is twinging”.
But it wasn’t any of that.
It was a mental problem.
“Running is 90% mental, the rest is physical.”
When I woke up this morning, I realised I had less than two weeks till my trial. And I panicked. My first thought was “I’m not ready!”, followed by “I’ll never achieve my goal!”. Although I shrugged off these thoughts, the moment I stepped on the treadmill later, they all came flooding back. And it was tough.
But in the last mile or so of my tempo run, I decided to switch off my iPod playlist, and just hit the ‘shuffle’ button and see what happened. And this song came on.
This was the song that was playing when I ran my first ever mile. It was the song that was playing when I crossed the finish line of my first ever race. All the memories came flooding back.
I remembered why I began running in the first place- to raise money for Cancer Research UK following my aunt’s breast cancer diagnosis. I remembered crying with emotion as I began the race, knowing that I had made a difference. I remember the look on my aunt’s face when she saw the sign I had pinned to my back saying that I was running for her.
Just then, I turned around whilst running on the treadmill, and saw behind me a woman running wearing a Cancer Research t-shirt.
I cried. I must have looked completely mad running through my tears but I felt like this was a sign for me. I was inspired.
I then thought about my other inspirations.
My friends who put up with my insanity, always feign interest when I go on about running, and accept my complete inability to ever have a ‘normal’ face in a photo.
And most importantly, all of YOU, who inspire me each and every day with your comments, Tweets and amazing blogs to be the greatest person and runner I can be.
So as the last mile or so rolled around, my inspirations pushed me on.
And I got to the place I wanted to be.
Okay, cheesy soppy time over now, you can breathe!
So tell me, what gets you through bad runs/workouts? For me, it’s inspiration all the way!
What/who are your inspirations? I was also inspired after reading Katelyn’s post on a similar topic! I felt so amazed at the coincidence that she had written this after the run I’d had!! It’s an amazing post, so read it now!!
I love you all so much! And don’t forget that if you ever need anything or just want a chat, you can email me any time, kay?
Have a great rest of the week lovelies!!