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This past weekend was my son’s Baptism. It was a perfect day – wonderful ceremony, good food, and our family and neighbors to share the day with us. I’m extremely sentimental and wanted my boys to wear the same christening outfit – just like my sisters and I did when we were all baptized. We had a small party at our home afterwards catered from a yummy place on Staten Island.
All dressed up for a change!
I love little boy clothes:
My mom and sisters:
This is one of my favorite mantras to say to myself during a tough run:
I have many moments of doubt and even more moments of wanting to just quit when I’m doing during tempo and speed workouts.
I question my ability to run the pace I want.
I doubt my ability to continue running at that pace.
I want the pain and uncomfortableness to end.
I make agreements with my mind (if you stop at 3 miles instead of 4, that’s still a good workout…or turn this 5k tempo into a 2 mile repeat session).
It takes every ounce of control and mental toughness to keep pushing when these training runs get tough. It’s at these moments when the workout goes from being purely physical to physical AND mental.
Training your mind to not just be prepared for the pain of a fast pace, but to be ready enough to welcome it and then keep pushing, takes practice. You can’t expect to be able to push hard in a race if you never give your mind (or body) the chance to practice it in training runs.
Each hard run strengthens not just my body – but my mind too. And the more I run hard and race hard, the stronger my mind gets:
I wanted to do a 5k tempo on Sunday morning. I hadn’t done a 5k in close to 3 months and wanted to see what sort of improvement I had made in my time. The previous 5k was just before Christmas – I ran it in 20:50 (6:42 pace). The one prior to that was 21:36 (6:57 pace). My goal for this 5k was to average sub-6:30.
Mile 1: 6:35. I felt great. The mile was comfortably hard. In control. But I was running cautious because I knew what still was to come.
Mile 2: 6:22. Starting to get tired. Breathing heavier. Working hard to convince myself to stay on the treadmill.
Mile 3: 6:12. Longest mile. I began counting down the minutes. I can do anything for 5 minutes. I can do anything for 4 minutes. Once I got to 2.5 miles, I sped up the pace to 6:03 and told myself to just hold on to the end.
Mile 3.1: 6:00 (pace)
Total: 19:45 (6:22 pace). New 5k PR…5 1/2 months postpartum. I’ll take it. Really makes me want to find a 5k to run and see how I do on fresh legs and in a race environment.
It wasn’t an all-out run, but it was one of the hardest tempos I’ve had to date. And it was exactly the run I needed a week out from the NYC Half on Sunday. I wanted to quit. I wanted to get off that darn treadmill for over 12 straight minutes. It would have been easier to do it and just turn the workout into mile repeats or 2-mile repeats. But I didn’t. Each time I felt like I couldn’t go any faster, I’d hit the up arrow on the treadmill.
So come Sunday when I start feeling tired around mile 7 or 8 and I get the urge to slow down, I can recall Sunday’s run. And hopefully instead of slowing down, I’ll be able to pick up the pace and push to the finish line. My mind knows I can run a sub-20 5k. It knows it can average sub-6:25 for over 3 miles. It knows it can keep pushing even when I’m out of breath and ready to stop.
Favorite race distance?
Do you have any mantras that you use?