I got up this morning and did a quick 2 mile run, it was cold and windy and I just wanted to get it over with due to the crumby weather. When I finished I looked at my time and realized it was a personal record, 17:52. To a lot of people this is slow, I know that but to me it’s 29 seconds faster than my old PR and that makes me super happy.
I’ve stopped looking at my watch while I run, I realized that by watching my pace I was slowing myself down. I hadn’t realized how much better I’ve gotten at running and I was trying to keep my pace too slow. The last thing I want is to have to start walking so I watched my pace religiously to make sure I wasn’t going to wear myself out. I guess I didn’t realize that my endurance had improved so much.
I love when I beat myself, competing with myself is the ultimate because I will always be around to compete. I’m a competitive person, I know this but one of the great things about running is that I don’t feel the need to compete with other runners. There are TONS of runners out there that are better than me and that doesn’t bother me at all.
When I go to the track and there are faster runners than me I don’t care, I don’t care about the slower ones either, I smile at them all just the same. It’s a knowing smile because we all share a love for the same the thing, we’re all proud of ourselves just to be there. It doesn’t matter if you’re there running 1 mile or 10 miles, you’re running and that’s all that matters. Good for you.