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I feel the need, the need for . . .

speed!

Yes, to quote Maverick (Tom Cruise) in Top Gun (notice a theme this week . . . I need to see that movie again!), today I felt the need for speed.

After writing a post that will be autoposted in Friday, I realized that I have felt very down about my running and running abilities lately.  The fact that I ran 26.2 miles recently just was not good enough for me to quiet my inner critic. I have been very upset that I feel so slow. And it has affected most of my runs.  Lately, I just mentally give up after 1 mile.

But, not tonight.  After writing that post, I decided I really needed to do some speed work and push myself.  So, after dinner, the family headed to the track.

I "wogged" with the boys for a lap and then I told my hubby I wanted to run one mile at a fast pace.

Mile 1: 7:39

Wow! I have not run that fast in a long time.  I literally just blasted my ipod into my ears, looked straight ahead and RAN.  I felt like I got tunnel vision and was so focused, I did not realize that I was breathing hard or my heart was working overtime.  I was just running.

Mile 2: 9:31 min/mile

This was my recovery mile.  And I fully intended to run 2 miles at this pace.  But, as I got to the end mile 2, my hubby challenged me, "I want you to run an 8:30 pace for your 3rd mile."  I was up for the challenge.

Mile 3: 8:17 min/mile

At the end I felt great!  I have not run that hard in a long time and it felt so good to just run harder than I normally do. I was able to push through the mental barrier I have had for months now.

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  1. I agree! Sometimes I get so wrapped up in all the work I miss the blessing of it! (I got my shirt!! YAY)

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