I paid for my first half marathon yesterday. There is no turning back now. I did it early so I didn’t miss the deadline like I did for the last one. L Its early, but training has begun, yesterday. I super excited about what will happen in 3 months. On the other hand I am not looking forward to the training, for one reason.
I hate them. I feel like I am going nowhere, I guess Im not really moving , and that it takes FOREVER to finish. Heres the catch. I HATE running at night alone. Im a big chicken. Im scared of someone jumping out of the bushes or getting hit by a car or rabbit dogs gnawing on my limbs before anyone finds me. I know, irrational, but for whatever reason, I cant seem to do it alone.
Last night, I was supposed to run 2 miles at 11:18 pace. Easy, I can do it in my sleep, if Im running outside. It was 7 before I could get it done so off to the gym I went.
After one mile, Im dying. Not from exhaustion, from BOREDEM. There is TV, but I left my headphones at work so I had no sound. The music kept getting interrupted by announcements. And then the worse: I feel like Im sprinting and I know Im not. 5.8 on a treadmill is not fast, but Im short so it feels that way. I feel worn out but I know Im not. Some endless cycle and in my head I keep saying “Only two more laps, only one more lap, only 20 more feet. Kill me.
The long runs I do on the weekend so Ill be outside. In mid-week, I will have to run in the dark or get on the death machine. Oh how will I ever run 8 miles on a treadmill?