I started hearing splits I wasn’t happy with and I started getting frustrated with myself again. I really didn’t care about hitting the 11:30 goal pace but I was hoping I’d at least finish around my PR, an 11:57. I was trying to hang on at the end but mentally I just wasn’t there anymore and I crossed the line at 12:19. I gave up.
Christine and I weren’t thrilled with our times so we went out for a 45 minute cool down/vent session. I’m pretty sure people forgot about us. We did another brief 6 minute cool down ( it was more of a shuffle and probably only about 1/2 a mile) with the other girls on our team later.
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By the end of the day, we were exhausted and left the meet at 6pm. We were all pretty delusional so some quotes were said that probably make no sense to most of you.
“She’s gonna level you next” and “I’m having a dilemma- I don’t know what to get at Bob Evans” (by me, completely serious). If you’ve never heard of Bob Evan’s, you’re living a much better life than me. We go to this chain after every single meet and it’s not bad, exactly, but it’s not quality food by any means. They have everything under the sun which is why I was at such a loss. I settled on a kids mac and cheese, salad, and stolen garlic bread from another girl’s meal.
I still hadn’t gotten feedback from my coach until the busride home and I wasn’t sure what he thought. I was kind of nervous to find out, actually but when I did finally get to talk to him, he was in good spirits. He can tell that I get mentally frustrated when my pace falls off and I need to figure out how to let go. Next week I’m running the 800 along with the rest of the team and I’m not looking forward to that.
Then I did something truly marvelous . I asked if I could run the 1600. Who in their right mind wants to do that race? Well, apparently I did. Because I’m hungry for redemption after my first attempt at it. If I can split a 6:12 mile in a 3K at a track with the worst air quality I’ve ever experienced (hellooooo track hack) then I can certainly run sub 6. I know I can and I’m actually EXCITED for it.
I know. I’m crazy. It was a revelation I needed though. I need to find the fun in racing again. This is a good start.
How were your weekends?!