Yesterday I ran (if you can call what I did running) the Country Music Half Marathon. So what was the outcome of my seventh half?
It. Was. My. Slowest.
I worsted my previous worst effort by four minutes. I felt sluggish during the entire event. I strained my lower back on Monday and those muscles were still complaining yesterday. My training did not prepare me for such a hilly course (which I’ve run twice before…I should have known better). Thinking back to how I felt physically, I may also have been a bit dehydrated. In short, it wasn’t my day. But enough with the complaining. I’ve processed the experience and I’ve extracted a few positive thoughts.
- I had committed to not worrying about my finishing time. I kept this self-promise and remained stress-free.
- I realize the bad days make me more appreciative of the good days.
- While I didn’t feel well (and lost all sense of humor at the 11-mile mark) at no time did I wonder whether or not I would finish.
- While on the course, I met my Facebud Linda. Prior to yesterday we only knew each other via cyberspace.
- There are people in my life who don’t care about my finishing time. They think it’s cool that I can cover 13.1 miles (thank you to hubs, JoAnn and the many Facebuds who gave me props).
- I am more resolved than ever to tighten up my food plan, make every workout a quality session, and lose more weight before I begin training for my first full marathon.
Now that I think about it, it wasn’t such a bad day after all.