Quitting may not be an option but sometimes I entertain the thought. That happened this morning. After a late night I dragged my sleepy butt out of bed at 4:30AM for a tempo run. Yuck. Mornings are tough. Tempo runs are tough. Tempo runs in the morning are simply dreadful.
I hoped to work out the kinks in my tired legs during the five minute warm up...t'was not meant to be.
When Runkeeper cheerfully (don't you hate happy voices when your tired in the morning?!) informed me that the warm up was complete and it was time to pick up the pace, my mind simply rejected the thought.
But I didn't quit.
I compromised. If not a 7:00 minute mile, I justified an 8:30 mile was better than nothing.
I finished the first mile in 10:30 (including the warm up).
By the end of mile two I was running an 8:02 and feeling better.
It took about 4 miles to get warmed up and into the swing of things (note to self for race day).
Mile 1: 10:30
Mile 2: 8:02
Mile 3: 7:45
Mile 4: 7:31
Mile 5: 7:20
Mile 6: 7:17
Mile 7: 7:13
Mile 8: 7:01
My tempo run should be done at a steady 7:00 minute mile. Yeah, I was way off. But I didn't quit on and on a day like today, I'm calling that a victory.
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