I had a 5 mile run today. It was supposed to be 6, and I was really disappointed in myself for not being able to stick out just one more mile.
I was wiped out, dizzy, in pain and still needed to drive home. I stepped off the treadmill to use the bathroom and I knew that that was all I had. 6 miles was not going to happen. I headed home, mentally chastising myself the entire way. It was just one more mile.
After a nap I put the data into my runkeeper, still disappointed I hadn’t made it 6 miles. For some reason – likely a desperate need to feel less disappointed. My last 5 miler had been June 3rd, and I remember feeling pretty dern good about it. As I compared my stats I realized that I dropped 15 minutes off my 5 mile time.
I’m not quite as disappointed anymore. I need to recalculate my training plan to get back to the mileage that “should be” at. It might take a couple of extra weeks, but I know I’ll be disappointed until I am back on track. I don’t like the thought of making up ground vs. moving forward. I want the pace AND the mileage… I want it all.