I’ve never been much of a cheerleader.
(this is NOT me. But it could’ve been)
I’m even worse about being a cheerleader for myself.
2:59:59. That’s 13 miles at less than a 13:45 minute pace. That seems so far from where I am now, with a half PR of 3:17:XX and a 10K PR that translates into 3:08:XX. I know I’ve run some miles during races at that pace or better, that that is what a training plan is for, that there will be a pacer I can try to cling to for dear life. Maybe I’ll start the plan, a pretty aggressive plan for me, run some more miles, it will cool off, speedwork will work its voodoo magic, and I’ll gain confidence. But right now I need to get out of my own head, put aside my fears of disappointment, and keep running those miles.