Don’t worry about speed.
Easier said than done.
It’s under a week to the first race. Seven kilometres and one of the biggest (if not the biggest) women’s races in the area.
A few years ago the May Race celebrated its twentieth anniversary and they also gave gifts and recognition to the women who had participated in the race since its inception.
My mother was one of the women who set off from the starting line with the 300 women who took part of the first race.
She was also one of the nearly ten thousand women who ran it the last year.
So was I. 🙂
She had never not run it, for me, it was the first time to run it since childhood.
It was also my first official race after I started running. (Took me forever to decide to even do any races.)
I finished it at 40 minutes exactly. And promised to improve my time the next year. The goal I set for myself was under 38. Then, as my speed continued to improve over the summer and autumn, I hesitantly thought that even under 36 might be realistic.
Do not worry about speed.
This is what I keep telling myself. My goal is to run a marathon this season. I need to build distance and keep running injury free. Slow and steady.
Yet there’s this little nagging voice in my head that’s more than a little sad that it’s unlikely I’ll be improving my time this year. 😦
So. I pushed a bit today.
I did the first kilometre at my “comfortable” pace as of late. But after that first report of 6.37, I made myself run. Not all out, but faster than a conversational pace, which is what I usually try to stick to.
And when I finished I felt more like me. Tired, yes. More tired than I should have been. But at least I’m absolutely certain again that my speed will come back.
If it’ll be back for next weekend remains to be seen. But at least it’s not in a black hole of unreachability. 🙂
Here are the numbers for Week Nine:
Thursday – 10 km
Saturday – 10 km
Sunday – 5 km
With added bonus of having no weird aches or pains at the moment. I think I have a new favourite after run stretch. It’s worked wonders for my calves and hamstrings.
After I’ve done my regular routine, I stand with my forefeet on the doorstep while drinking my post run water and just ever so lightly swing forward with my body. I can feel that stretch all the way from my Achilles to hamstrings.
Plus. It’s so unbothersome. 😉
And how perfect has this week been when it comes to running weather? In fact, it’s so lovely I think I’ll take an evening walk tonight.