Just yesterday I wrote about how I’ve felt anxiety before running. I wrote that post at the end of last week, but held off on publishing it for a few days.
Now what may seem like a complete turn around: I’ve run 4 times since I wrote that post and my reframing my runs has worked tremendously to improve my nerves before my runs. As each run has gradually gotten more difficult (and really not – compared to my old self), I have felt more excited for the challenge.
As I’ve run more I’m realizing how exciting it is to reach new distances and paces.
I’m super slow, around a 13:00 mile with walking breaks per the app, but my actual pace while running is between 11:00-12:00 pace. It sounds awfully slow, but I haven’t been at an 11:00 steady pace since before Crab. The fact that I can hold that pace effortlessly right now for 8-10 minutes is impressing me. That means once I’m back in it, a 10:00 pace is within reach.
A 10:00 pace is nothing to write home about for most runners, as it was even hard to find runners at a 9:00 pace to follow on Instagram! Though a 10:00 pace for me means easy math in my head for splits and training runs.
I’ve never run a race faster than a 8:27 mile in my hay day, so reaching for a 10:00 pace sounds blissful post babies and all this added weight. I’d by lying though if I didn’t hope to get faster once I drop another 30lbs.
I’ve also been asked by an acquaintance to be a part of a triathlon team to compete in the running leg of the race. That couldn’t have come at a more perfect time and I look forward to being a part of that hopefully in the fall. I’ll keep you posted.
Running and I have become good friends again. Heading out regularly in the evening is proving to be the best time for me, I’m so thankful as I needed it!