Man I was in a funk this week, workout wise. I LOVE all forms of exercise, but I have to be honest, there are some weeks that I just don’t feel like doing it, and just want to spend my free time sitting on the couch and knitting, or sleeping, or hanging out with the husband. Its starting to get nice and cool up here in New England (YAY) which is great for hunkering down, but also great for running!
I have yet to officially sign up, but I am running the Tufts 10K for Women. I ran this race 3 years ago and it was so fun! At that point, I had never run more than 5 miles and my goal was just to finish the race. This time, I’d like to run it in 60:00 or less. Pretty reasonable, but it means NOT being lazy in these next few weeks.
It was gorgeous on Wednesday so I decided to just get out there. Running, walking, whatever. I knew that moving would feel good, so I put on my race shirt from the ’07 10K and psyched myself up.
When I make faces like this, I wonder how my husband is still attracted to me.
I set off on my normal 3+ mile route around my neighborhood. I had to walk a couple of times but other than that, I felt AWESOME. You know what I mean. It was one of those runs where I felt faster than usual, my legs felt good, and I felt strong. As usual, I timed myself with my Blackberry stopwatch, and when I stopped it at the end in front of my house it said 29:36.
Which means it must have been broken.
3.2 miles at 29:36 is 9:15/mile and there is no way I ran that fast.
I even drove the route the next morning to make sure that my distance was what I thought it was and sure enough, it was a little over 3.2 miles. So the watch must be broken. I refuse to get excited about that time, because I don’t think its real. It can’t be.
Do you ever get in a funk about working out/running? How do you get yourself out of it?