1 Mile In and An Admission of Defeat

I am not really happy with my run this morning. I made a couple of mistakes, no food, slightly dehydrated, really tired. I was having a hard time. Not a good running day. On top of that I stopped at my 1 mile mark that I marked in my car last night. My sensor is off by 10%, what does that mean to me? I don't have the pace I thought I did, I'm a ways off, 1 minute and that is significant. Technology and no fuel, perfect combo this morning to destroy a great morning to run. I admit defeat today.

Oh well, tomorrow, the road and I will have a re-match and I will conquer! Even if I don't have the pace I'd like, I will get there! I have only been running 5 months,I'm under 5 foot so my legs can't get the beautiful stride of a tall person, and I can't expect to be fast right out of the gate. I am still running, and on a reconstructed knee that they told me I might not ever be able to run on again. I have that to be thankful for. I am running.

My support cheerleader in Belgium is pushing me on, having his own low pace issues right now. Funny, I don't even know his name, but I know he has 2 boys, he's my age and he runs A LOT! I look forward to his comments and when I'm down, he's always there with something uplifting. I don't get support like that at home, so for him to be there and let me know I'm doing well and this is a wall we all hit, it helps. Maybe, it's a runner to runner thing and I'd never have that support from anyone else but another distance runner who knows exactly, or at least close to how I'm feeling. I see now why runners are a different breed, friendly with other runners. No judgements, only support.

On another note, I'm starting to seriously consider joining a running club. I need something to push me harder. I have a low pace buddy, but Likra, my buddy in Belgium, suggested I also find a fast pace buddy, someone that will get me to push a little harder and get my engines revving.