LOL! gt7301b, that's my line of thought for marathons. My 5ks go something like this:
This feels OK, I can probably hold this for a bit.
Shit, wait, why am I running so fast? This is FAST. I might actually rock. Look how fast I am!
How have we not even gone 1/2 a mile?? We are 3/10 in, and I am already tired of this shit.
I'm never running a 5K again. Why am I doing this? Why do I run AT ALL?
Why does anyone run 5ks??
Fuck. I've made it to mile two. Mile TWO. I can probably slow a bit and still PR.
Why am I snarling and panting like a rabid dog? It cannot be OK for my heart to be beating like this. People die from running. I'll probably die out here. Less than 1 mile to go, and I'm going to die. Or puke.
Where is the damn finish line?? This is the longest 1/10 of a mile that has ever been run.
Thank god that is over! Puke. I'm going to puke. I am never doing that again.
I generally look fairly angry immediately post 5k.
They really are! I have so much respect for people that race 5ks. I just don't enjoy them. There is no point in the race where I am having fun. Still, I know it will make me a better runner if I get better at them.
In the last two years, my marathon pace improved by 1:10, but my 5k pace has only improved by 45sec. Lol. At least I'm aware of my weakness & limitations.
Hahaha, I love 5ks because there is always a redemption race just around the corner. I hate all the pressure of the marathon and that ONE day having to be perfect.
Here is what goes through my mind when I'm running a 5k.
Weeeeeeeee, I love running.
Shit, why am I running so fast?
Oh my God, why am I running so slow.
I'm never running a 5K again.
Seriously, that next 5k I'm signed up for, I'll just go pick up the shirt.
Less than 8 minutes to go, I can do this.
Alright, one 400 left, pick it up and pass that bItch. (yes, she is always a bItch when I am running)
There is the finish line.
I LOVE RUNNING!!!!!!
Goes home and signs up for another 5k.... happens EVERY time!!
Hahahahahhaaha my thoughts exactly too! I really do love the 5K race - I just hate it from about mile 1.5 to 2.25. Weird I know! I love the camaraderie of a community 5K and how pumped up everyone gets and especially enjoy seeing kids participate in the races.
LOL! gt7301b, that's my line of thought for marathons. My 5ks go something like this:
This feels OK, I can probably hold this for a bit.
Shit, wait, why am I running so fast? This is FAST. I might actually rock. Look how fast I am!
How have we not even gone 1/2 a mile?? We are 3/10 in, and I am already tired of this shit.
I'm never running a 5K again. Why am I doing this? Why do I run AT ALL?
Why does anyone run 5ks??
Fuck. I've made it to mile two. Mile TWO. I can probably slow a bit and still PR.
Why am I snarling and panting like a rabid dog? It cannot be OK for my heart to be beating like this. People die from running. I'll probably die out here. Less than 1 mile to go, and I'm going to die. Or puke.
Where is the damn finish line?? This is the longest 1/10 of a mile that has ever been run.
Thank god that is over! Puke. I'm going to puke. I am never doing that again.
I generally look fairly angry immediately post 5k.
Holy crap I had an hour long reflexology foot massage today and I can't believe how amazing my poor flat feet feel.... I am a new woman. I'm hooked. The place was called luv yu foot spa, so there was a slight chance it would be sketchy, but it was heaven.
Post by CallingAllAngels on Apr 18, 2014 19:06:57 GMT -5
I have a shitload of stuff at home that I am behind on, so I want to take Monday off. But, realistically I'll probably sped the day watching Boston coverage. If I'm going to be unproductive, I might as well be at work.
Post by coconutbug on Apr 18, 2014 20:08:57 GMT -5
I crushed my language test for work today and now get a bonus for it, yippee! I also have a new running buddy that I'm going out for a run with this weekend.
We went out to eat tonight. I was good with my entree (baked chicken w/spinach and mashed taters). Add that to a glass of wine and a HUGE piece of chocolate, chocolate layer cake w/fresh cream and strawberries. The piece of cake was so big that I had to bring half of it home. Yum!
I'm all packed up and ready to go, and DH is taking a nap on the couch. Men! We don't have to be out of here for a hour or two, but he is still unpacked and clueless. He should have known that when I said we should leave at noon, I meant 10. I'm taper crazy.
LOL! gt7301b, that's my line of thought for marathons. My 5ks go something like this:
This feels OK, I can probably hold this for a bit.
Shit, wait, why am I running so fast? This is FAST. I might actually rock. Look how fast I am!
How have we not even gone 1/2 a mile?? We are 3/10 in, and I am already tired of this shit.
I'm never running a 5K again. Why am I doing this? Why do I run AT ALL?
Why does anyone run 5ks??
Fuck. I've made it to mile two. Mile TWO. I can probably slow a bit and still PR.
Why am I snarling and panting like a rabid dog? It cannot be OK for my heart to be beating like this. People die from running. I'll probably die out here. Less than 1 mile to go, and I'm going to die. Or puke.
Where is the damn finish line?? This is the longest 1/10 of a mile that has ever been run.
Thank god that is over! Puke. I'm going to puke. I am never doing that again.
I generally look fairly angry immediately post 5k.
They really are! I have so much respect for people that race 5ks. I just don't enjoy them. There is no point in the race where I am having fun. Still, I know it will make me a better runner if I get better at them.
In the last two years, my marathon pace improved by 1:10, but my 5k pace has only improved by 45sec. Lol. At least I'm aware of my weakness & limitations.
Hahaha, I love 5ks because there is always a redemption race just around the corner. I hate all the pressure of the marathon and that ONE day having to be perfect.
Here is what goes through my mind when I'm running a 5k.
Weeeeeeeee, I love running.
Shit, why am I running so fast?
Oh my God, why am I running so slow.
I'm never running a 5K again.
Seriously, that next 5k I'm signed up for, I'll just go pick up the shirt.
Less than 8 minutes to go, I can do this.
Alright, one 400 left, pick it up and pass that bItch. (yes, she is always a bItch when I am running)
There is the finish line.
I LOVE RUNNING!!!!!!
Goes home and signs up for another 5k.... happens EVERY time!!
Oh yeah every single time I race a 5k I think this, including the 'bitch' part. Like "I will not that bitch in the dorothy costume beat me!" I always mentally apologize later.
Random: I did my first actual CrossFit WOD yesterday, it was Nancy (400m run, 15 overhead squats, 5 rounds in 16:48). Because it involved running, it wasn't too bad, and I crushed it, though I did go light on the weight for the OHS. I did however do something to my upper hamstring so I'm sitting on some ice.
Confession: I skipped my workout on Thursday because I was travelling and I went out drinking with a coworker instead and proceeded to get blitzed. And I don't regret it at all.
I'm really cranky about the Boston Marathon. The finish line is in my neighborhood and ugh! for marathoners, everyone walks so.freaking.slowly. Move out of my way! And because of the barricades you can't go around people or walk in the street. I had to wait an hour at my favorite bar for a table outside. Not to mention I think the security is worthless and just for show.
Really, I'm bitter that my body hates running so much that I will never be able to run a marathon. Womp, womp! I know I'll be all "Boston Strong, run like your chasing a donut!" on Monday but today I'm annoyed at the commotion.
The "easter bunny" came early to our house. Meaning I broke into the jelly beans and gummies, ate way too much of the Oreo truffles filling i'm making for tomorrow and decided to chase it all down with some dry pinot rose. Thanks easter bunny!!
Hi...freaky blister girl checking in. I drained it. Then I drained it again. And now I don't know if I'll get a long run in tomorrow. I'd rather get all drunk tonight and just let the damn thing heal.
But I'm supposed to run a half in two weeks.
But my toe hurts.
But TWO weeks.
But I've done a half with less running than I've been doing.