I had two crazy good runs this week. Both were about 5 miles and both came in under the 10 minute pace. I have no idea why they were good. They just were. And I’ve learned not to complain when run goes good. ;o)
Enter the “long run”. It’s not even really all that long. 8.5 miles. I purposely started slow and took it easy. It was chilly, but not cold and not a lot of sun to overheat me.
And it kind of sucked. Again.
I’m beginning to be convinced that my long runs are awful because my mind decides that they will suck. Somehow it’s become ingrained in my head that running long is intimidating. That it’s going to hurt. And I’m filled with dread. Nevermind that I had two awesome runs that really weren’t that much shorter.
By mile 2 I was having phantom pains. You know the ones – you hurt in one spot and then just when you start getting concerned, it stops hurting. A few minutes later a different spot does the same thing. I felt like every step was a fight.
I don’t think I prepare differently on long run days. There’s no pattern of having had the day before be a rest day or not. My shoes are the same pairs I always rotate. So it’s got to be mental.
I’m just hopeful that the next time I have one of my awesome feeling short runs that I can just keep going. I’d like to see how long awesome would last.