I had a 5k yesterday. I signed up for it awhile ago not thinking I would get sick the week before. I didn't run all week and hardly worked out. Since I started running I have gotten faster each run and have found the athlete/runner/competitor in me. So I was pretty bummed when I came down with a wicked cold/sore throat crud on Monday. Everytime I tried to go for a run I was just exhausted and it was super cold out. So here comes saturday and I haven't run and spent most of friday night coughing. But I had told a work friend I would meet them there and I had already paid for it. So I figured I would just make a go of it. I really wanted every 5k this summer to get faster and faster and knew that wasn't a guarantee after a week off and feeling icky. But off I went and my first mile was my fastest one in a race so far, that made me a little worried I would die but I kept pushing. I was waiting to check my time for mile 2 but the mile marker never came and then there was the finish line, I tried to sprint it in as much as I could and when I finished, only 12 seconds slower than the week before. I was pretty happy, I thought I was pretty heavy on my feet. If mile marker 2 would have been out there I think I might have actually been able to beat my time. But I'm just happy that I ran it and was about the same speed.
What this tells me is that sometimes you need to play the mental game. I knew I couldn't lose all my training in a week, but also knew I wasn't in the best health to be a rockstar. But sometimes you just have to believe in yourself and dig deep.
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