Another mile... just one more mile
As anyone who knows me, or reads my Facebook profile would know I'm not normally a religious man. But tonight I felt unusual forces were at play...
Although I've been doing more running this year, I'm not really pushing the distances. I tend to do short, easy, 2 mile runs at lunchtime with work colleagues, and my gym runs are normally brick sessions combining a 40k cycle with a run. These are normally only 5k runs at best because I'm hot, knackered and bored by this time. Windsor is now only 4 weeks away so I'm getting nervous about the 10k run at the end and I just know I need to do some more and longer runs.
It was a lovely sunny evening today and so I decided to go for a run. Heading down to Cutteslowe Park's measured mile, my plan was to complete 10k (just over 6 laps).
Although I've been doing more running this year, I'm not really pushing the distances. I tend to do short, easy, 2 mile runs at lunchtime with work colleagues, and my gym runs are normally brick sessions combining a 40k cycle with a run. These are normally only 5k runs at best because I'm hot, knackered and bored by this time. Windsor is now only 4 weeks away so I'm getting nervous about the 10k run at the end and I just know I need to do some more and longer runs.
It was a lovely sunny evening today and so I decided to go for a run. Heading down to Cutteslowe Park's measured mile, my plan was to complete 10k (just over 6 laps).
All seemed well for the first 2 miles, but then I started to get tired
and a bit bored (circular loop, who'd have thought?). It came to 3
laps and I was wondering when I could stop without too much shame. At
this point I got really annoyed with myself because the three
colleagues I've been running with for the past few months are totally motivated and
keep running no matter what I ask of them. They've really impressed me
with their dedication and ability to just keep on putting one foot in
front of another. So I was thoroughly peeved that I couldn't motivate
myself to keep moving.
And it was then, at just over 3 miles, that my personal god intervened and gave me a helpful push. I was listening to my ipod and after all of the REM, Morcheeba and whatnot that I normally have, came a track that started like this:
And I managed it! In the end, I did my 10k, and in a PB of 51:22 too (one whole minute faster than the Eynsham race, and this time with less motivation of either sort). I can hold my head high tomorrow and push people knowing that can take as good as I give :-D
Thanks Johnny.
And it was then, at just over 3 miles, that my personal god intervened and gave me a helpful push. I was listening to my ipod and after all of the REM, Morcheeba and whatnot that I normally have, came a track that started like this:
Johnny Cash was singing my song! I know it's a bit cheesy. Alright very cheesy, but it was just what I needed to see me through the next three laps, during which time I listened to the same song another 4 or 5 times...! I decided I had to keep going, to pay back the hard work of my 'team'. Just one more mile - I'd do 4 and then see how I was going. At that point I'd be two-thirds of the way, with only 2 more miles to go. A fish could run 2 miles for goodness sake..."Lord, Help me walk
Another mile, just one more mile;
I'm tired of walkin' all alone."
And I managed it! In the end, I did my 10k, and in a PB of 51:22 too (one whole minute faster than the Eynsham race, and this time with less motivation of either sort). I can hold my head high tomorrow and push people knowing that can take as good as I give :-D
Thanks Johnny.
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