This week’s theme is reality.
Last week, I was all a-glow in the light of Norway (seriously – it’s never dark there. Or maybe for a couple of hours between 1-3am), drinking Coke Zero whilst looking over the harbour. Whilst there, to my delight, I did a run which was much faster than my usual speed: according to Strava, I ran 8.3km in 37:27 minutes. And then:
This week, I am back home, and what was supposed to be a weekend of amazing weather was…. not. AND I checked my Strava after the amazing Oslo run and saw this:
Now, I know the run was fast, but a kilometre in 2:25? Svetlana Masterkova currently holds the world record for the fastest female mile at 4:12.56, and if my maths is correct (which it may well not be), I am actually faster than her. Which means only one thing. I’m ready for the international stage, y’all. I’m ready for my close up, to see my name in lights and to wear my country’s flag. This blogger be going places.
Or maybe it could be that Strava messed up my time, and I was actually slower than I thought
Yesterday I went for a 9.5k run around Durham, and my speed was much more in line with my usual pace (5min kilometres rather than 4:30). And I found it tough! Marathon training meant that every run had a goal, whether it’s a particular time or activity, that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to go and run some junk miles for the sake of it. When there’s nothing to focus on but the scenery, the breeze ….. and the stitch that’s building in your side.
When I compare how Oslo’s run felt to yesterday’s run, Oslo’s was more fun, and more inspiring. Every time I looked at my phone and saw the distance I’d covered in the ‘time’, I found I had the energy to keep my pace up. Even if my first kilometre was screwed up, the rest of the run actually was faster than my usual pace.
Unless Strava also messed up my other kilometres too.
This shows to me what a powerful tool your mind is: yesterday I’d look at the time – and see my usual pace – and chill out a bit. Last week, I’d look at the time, dig my fingers into my stitch and keep going. Usually I don’t run faster in new places as I don’t know the route I’m on, but last week I felt like I was flying.
I’m going to remember this when I’m out later on this week. Your body can usually handle more, but the mind urges you to remedy the discomfort you’re feeling by slowing down. During the marathon I chanted ‘main-tain, main-tain’ when the going got tough. Perhaps now I’ll chant ‘build-up, build-up’ to use my Jedi mind tricks to beat the pace.
I’ll keep you updated. In the meantime, please don’t call Jerry Maguire or any other sports agents just yet: I feel there might be a little more work needed before I make my international debut. Thanks.
By the way – if anyone wants to expand their running blog repertoire, you should definitely check out Loving on the Run by Sara in Virginia, US. She regularly features different bloggers, showcasing all the different styles and talent that’s out there, and she also has an amazing knowledge of and interest in running. Check out the profile she did of Gilly and I!!