Yesterday was speed day. One of the hardest trainings in running (at least for me), at least to me. I have to be honest, on Tuesday night I was very skeptical about this run. Last time I did it was probably 7 or 8 months ago and my legs were extremely sore.
I told myself I was going to try until the end to accomplish this workout, and guess what, the workout happened even with all these adversities.
I was pretty proud of myself when I got to the track at 06:04 am. It’s a 20 minute drive from home, so I had to wake up extremely early.
Without loosing much time, I started to warm up right away. The run consisted in one mile of warm up, 200 mts of speed + 200 mts of recovery X 12, and one mile of cool down. Five miles in total.
I was pretty surprised to see that I was holding a pace of 8 minutes on the speed intervals. That is FAST for me. I still don’t know if I was going too fast…but definitely at a very high level of effort.
Once I finish the 12 intervals, a mile of cool down sounded impossible for my legs. I still tried to do it for 0.8 miles and then decided to call it a run. That was 4.8 miles in total, and these righ here were my splits including speed and recovery intervals.
When Dad gave me the instructions for this run, he was pretty specific that I needed to eat something right after the workout. Meaning that I should not wait until I got home to eat. So I brought this plant-based protein bar that I’m LOVING.
Dad was right, eating right after the run made my legs feel recovered faster. However, I wasn’t that hungry for breakfast so I only had a couple of eggs with strawberries.
After work, I had to take my cousin to IKEA for her to do some shopping. But our sugar levels were low, so we headed Menchie’s to fix that.
Then we went to IKEA, and my feet were pretty swollen. This is very normal in me, specially when I’ve been on high levels of physical activity.
Throughout my experience with running I’ve come to realize something: People look me before races or at the track and think I’m a very experienced runner. Whenever I get to a place full of runners, they’ll give me that look of respect.
I don’t know why they do it. Sometimes I think it’s because of the fact that I don’t run with friends, and going to run by myself makes me look extremely committed. Some other times I think it’s because I’m skinny and my legs are very toned. The truth is that I’m a very slow runner with no experience in long distance races. The truth is that the way I look is not necessarily related to my running.
I’ve also notice that this look of respect sometimes goes away when they pass me at the track or at the race, which I think it’s completely funny.
What really started to affect my competitive side was the fact that I am slow runner and can’t seem to keep up with no one at the track. However, I know that if I let those feelings dig too much into myself I can end up quitting and that’s the last thing I want.
Therefore, I’ve come to the conclusion that in order for me to accomplish my running goals, I need to accept myself with my strengths and my weaknesses. Just the way I am. I know this might sound cliche, but isn’t it empowering to tell yourself out loud “I love and accept myself just the way I am?”
This is just another lesson I’ve come to learn through running.
What do you do everyday to love and accept yourself more?