Sunday, March 6, 2016
Little Bold Victories
This marathon training cycle hasn't been about typical milestones. I'm steadily building my mileage; increasing my weekly volume and long run distance. The runs themselves haven't been overwhelming; however, I feel that each one has presented a new challenge to overcome that has left me feeling bolder and stronger.
Due to some crappy weather this week, I ran on the treadmill one day. Treadmill runs are hard for me because my stride is different, putting strain on my hamstring. The faster I go the worse it is. The solution? Run slower, which means more time on the treadmill. Better safe than in pain. About halfway in at a slower pace I felt good and was able to increase my speed to my aerobic pace. Getting to that point was my bold victory.
Another day this week I had a 12-mile tempo run. My plan was to warm up 2 miles, run 3x3 tempo intervals (2 minute jog between), then cool down for the rest. As soon as I started I could feel my legs were not up for the task. My first set was faster than aerobic but hardly tempo pace. There was no way I could run out my miles as planned. When I hit my turn-around point at mile 6, however, I decided to give it another try. I knew I had 3 miles of open road stretching out ahead of me so I ran as fast as I could - my own private 5K time trial. It was the fastest I'd run in months! Making that choice to run those 3 tempo miles when I was ready to give up was my bold victory.
Yesterday I ran 18 miles. That was not my bold victory. It was the little moments within the run - introducing myself to a girl I didn't know so we could run together and talk for 7 miles, running through my favorite parts of Detroit by myself, sloshing through the slushiest snow with a smile - those were the bold victories.
Don't lose sight of the small moments, the little victories.