Now it is almost like starting over, except I can start at 2.5 miles instead of .5. So that's something. As usual, I started off way too fast. At about the half mile mark I thought I was going to die, then I slowed down, got into a rhythm and didn't feel that way until 1.5 miles. The last mile was spent tricking myself.
Brain: "OK, let's just go to that next street sign. "
Me: "OK, I'm here. "
Brain: "No, I meant that one over there. "
Me: "OK, OK, I'm almost there. "
Brain: " What about to that truck up ahead, it's not dark yet."
Me: "OK, I think I can do that." I slow down as I reach the truck.
Brain: "No, not this truck, that red one ahead."
Me: Smacking my head, "No, you didn't say that truck! I know what you meant, It's my brain after all!"
Brain: "Don't be a wuss. What about that Dean Karnazes book you are reading? If he can run 200 miles you can do two!"
Me: "OK , I'll do 2 miles."
Brain: "What about 2.5?"
That is how I usually run, I bargain and trick myself to get to the distance, or time, I want to accomplish. Hey, if it works for Dean Karnazes to run 200 miles, it's got to work for me.
Tonight I get to run on the treadmill. Not my favorite place to run, but I need to be ready for the Shamrock Shuffle.
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