I have been thinking about this ever since I "failed" a workout set me by my coach last week. 8 x 800m up a hill at 7.11 min/mile. It was snowy, there was some slippage. I had an excuse. But really - there was NO way I could do that. I think I could possibly run 8 x 800m at 7.11 min/mile on a flat surface. On a good day. But up a hill? I don't think I could. Coach understood and adjusted. Then, this evening, I could not bring myself to do the tempo run set. Again, an excuse - the gym was as hot as an oven as the A/C had broken down and also - dang I love to run my tempos outside on my quiet country roads. I just do. And I DID manage that tempo last week so darn it, I'm going to hit it tomorrow morning.
I've been reading some blog posts - I am waaaaayyy behind but will catch up - by some very hardcore, tough ass runners. And I admire you, you hardcore, tough ass runners. You are amazing. Elizabeth Waterstraat wrote an excellent post on facing your fears and HingTFU. I've been seeing how you look - Elizabeth, and you too Kara, and I've been admiring from a distance, because I'm not sure I dare sign on, Shut Up and Run's uncompromising, brave and hilarious blog. In the past few weeks I have watched people around me resolve, lose their resolve, and get back on that New Year's wagon. I admire, applaud, and support all of these brave moves. I've signed up with WeightWatchers. I want to look like Kara,
Then today I was saying to my husband that I was desperate to lose 4 kilos. With the silent promise so many of you know - then, then. Then it will all happen. 4 kilos is what stands between me and greatness. And then he said to me that I looked gorgeous, strong, fit now. I looked like a 39 year old woman who worked hard, ran hard, trained hard, but who was still a woman. And I reflected that - when I was 4 kilos lighter, not so long ago, I looked more drawn, more strained, but I still had those legs, that ass - I am NEVER going to look like Kara, or Elizabeth, Miss Zippy or ShutupandRun. I can, in Saint Oprah's words, strive to be the best me, but heading towards my 40th, it's the best ME I want to be going towards. Let Kara be the best Kara, Elizabeth the best Elizabeth, etc. Let Petra be the best Petra. And oh when will I learn to stop comparing and start just being me? For all you youngsters out there, I'm warning you, you might not be there yet at 39. Just sayin.
And then my wonderful coach, Miss Zippy, confirmed to me that she is the right person to be my coach right now. She is struggling with injury right now and has written a very moving post on how life is missing something without running and how nothing else can take that place. And I read all the comments - including someone who was telling about a lady who'd rather walk than not run 8 minute miles. And it made me think. In the past year I have followed my extremely dear and talented friend Jen go from someone obsessed with times and results to someone who has readjusted to finding balance and joy in her life. Without focusing entirely on how fast she is, or who she is beating. And I realised that, more than anything else, I just love running. Running has changed my life. I don't think I would be who I am right now without it. 7 1/2 years on from that first halting painful first half mile, it has become an integral part of me.
But I lack the singlemindedness of the athlete. I think I could cope with not running fast. (I bet Paula Radcliffe just sighed with relief). I think I could cope with running slow miles. Unlike that woman in the comments, I could cope with not 8 minute miling (cr*p, I couldn't cope with 8 minute miling tonight as a tempo run and I'm still standing and will go out tomorrow morning for a run - I know I can cope with that!). Like Miss Zippy, when I've not been able to run it's been a hole in my life. But as long as I can run, I realise I can cope with not always running this fast. And don't get me wrong here, by the way. I am going kick the hell out of my training plan. I am going to nail that workout tomorrow morning. I know I need to work on my mindset, and I'm doing that (Tim Noakes, bring on your governor!). Boston is great and I can't wait to run it. And I will run my heart out, and my ass off - whatever time that gives me. But. I also know that I also love my long slow runs through the countryside where I'm not really concerned with my pace and just listening to my podcasts. I love the many, many, many friends running has given me and the fun stuff my running leads to. I love it more.
So maybe my lack of single-mindedness means that sometimes I miss an interval workout, unlike Elizabeth. And maybe she thinks I should HTFU instead of sloping home, having a bath with a glass of merlot and heading to bed with a crime novel. But that's her, and this is me.
Tomorrow is another day. And I will be out on that road. Running the best I can. So let's wash all that stuff of - that fear of failure, that fear of being too fat, too slow, somehow not being good enough. Break the ice with me and come for a swim. Anytime!
