I think about Forrest Gump every time I run. Is that weird?
I think, If Forrest can run across the country without stopping, surely I can run 5 miles.
I know it’s a movie. Quit judging me. It helps me get through.
Today, nothing really helped. I had a terrible run today, and I’m kind of mad at myself. Sure, I hadn’t run in 11 days (I didn’t even take that much time off when I went to Mexico!), but I really thought I’d at least do 3.1. (I have a 5k with the running class that I teach coming up on Saturday, and I need to be ready. I mean, if teacher can’t do it, they surely won’t even try!)
I quit running after 2. TWO! Come on, Lauren! I know I could have done more, but frankly I wasn’t in the mood to try. I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately, but I just haven’t felt like running (hence the 11-day hiatus). Oh, and I’m great with the excuses: “I’ve got cupcakes to make” (a really popular one), “I just want to hang out with my son” (NOT an excuse- a truth- but I think he’d forgive me for taking 45 minutes out to go run), and the ever-so-popular, “I’ve got too much TiVO to catch up on.” I’m pathetic.
The other day I was even wondering if I really wanted to do this whole “half-marathon” thing. I do, I really do, but the doubt was creeping up, telling me I couldn’t do it and that I’d fail. That people were doubting me and that maybe they were right. After the pitiful run I had today, it’s hard to push those thoughts out of my head.
But I will. I am doing this (sorry, doubters). I don’t think I’m alone in this. I think a lot (most?) runners have thoughts like that at some point in their running “career.” At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
What I really need to do is learn to push myself. I can have a great 4 or 5 or even 6.2 miles with people. Running by myself isn’t as easy, though. That’s what I need to work on, more than my endurance, more than my form. I know I can run the distance. I just need to learn how to do it on my own.
Anyone else struggle with that? Anyone? Anyone?