The sun is shining today with a big beautiful blue sky. I went out to officially run 6 kilometres so I could have a time comparison for my race next week. I started out great, in good spirits. It turned sour about 4 minutes into my first running interval. Too hot....too much clothing. The temp changed, it must have. I shook it off and kept going. The second interval was harder, my mojo was off and I was running through all the excuses in my head 'too many leaves on the ground' 'too much clothing on for the temp' 'this new playlist isn't working' 'going up a level with my barefoot science insoles was a mistake' 'too much traffic on the road'. I nearly started to cry right then and there.
Who was this wimpy person decked out in running clothes? When did I become such a whiner? I started to reflect on this past decade and my laziness, and it made me sad. Ten years of slothen behaviour has turned me into Wimpy. I tried to channel the Hardcore Me of my mountain biking days - the days when I rode so hard I would puke on the side of the trail rinse my mouth out and get right back on my bike. Where was that dirty hardcore girl? Would I be able to find her?
I think there is hope! With all the reflecting I did on my run today I didn't even realize how much time had gone by and suddenly I'm at the 5km mark. I checked my time 41:36. Holy shit!!!! I kept going and complete the 6km in 48:52.
Mind games are overwhelming.
To continue the reflection I am sharing some picture of me circa 1996:
Hardcore Girl in her Glory.
and the boys she used to ride with (left to right) Mental (I miss him -RIP Jamie), Rob (now the husband), Mackinnon (surprised he doesn't have a sport stick), and John (he wasn't a regular but a damn good rider and that's all I have to say about him)
And so the countdown begins, one week to race day.......
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