We had a "race" today. Everyone was assigned a start time and a pace and a distance. Theoretically, we would all finish at the same time. It didn't quite work out that way, but close. It sounded good in theory.
Kelly and I had both worked the high school football game last night, so neither one of us was home until after 10pm. That combined with the fact that I have stress dreams about not waking up in time for running club made for a tired me for our early morning run.
Kelly's start time was like twenty seconds after mine, so we were together basically from the get go. Our distance for the day was four miles. Very very quickly into the run, my calves were on fire. They were just burning, and Kelly said she was having a hard time too. We kept at it, though, hoping that we would get warmed up soon.
At mile two, which was our turn around point, we had a water station. We refreshed ourselves and headed back for the next two miles. Somewhere around two and a half miles, I finally felt my legs giving me a break and we settled more into a groove that was more comfortable. At that point we were able to speed up a little. Most of the groups passed us between 3 and 3.5 miles. Kelly and I didn't take our last interval break, and we ran the rest of it in. Total mileage for the day was 4.13!
It's funny to me that I was just telling my family that I was considering signing up for a 10K in Galveston in October. I figure I ran seven last weekend, so I've already done it. But then another run like today comes along and shatters my confidence. During is so trying, and it's hot, and I'm tired, and everyone passes us up. Then on the drive home I'm thinking, "I think I could run a couple more!" It's crazy. Maybe the 10K is more mental for me right now. I have to remember that it's not supposed to be easy. Coach always says it's supposed to be hard; it's supposed to be a little uncomfortable. It doesn't have to be easy; I just have to keep pushing myself.
Anyway, after the run, we went to Zumba. Yesterday, one of the ladies I work with brought us a cake from this wonderful bakery, so Grace and I indulged with the agreement that we would definitely go to Zumba after our run-no matter what! So there we were and our shirts were still soaked from the run. Gross.
Renee was in rare form today. I guess she had missed a couple of classes, so she was probably as happy to get back to class as we were. I think if it had been any other instructor, our workout would not have been the same. We would have been half-assing it. But she is so infectious and fun and energetic, it's impossible not to get into the class. We caught up with Tammy after class was over, and I just felt really good.
I think I need to just stop freaking out. Maybe melatonin will help me sleep better on nervous nights. We'll see. I have a week to figure it out.