I've become friendly with the wife of one of C's friends, and she and I were emailing back and forth today, making plans for Valentine's Day. During the course of our conversation, I made some mention of my running, and she was quick to get excited.
Apparently she is/was a runner (before she started having children, from what I can gather) and wants to get back into it. She asked if I would want to train together for a race this fall. I told her that I would love to, but that my idea of a
fast mile is 14 minutes. Of course, being the google stalker that I am, I googled her to see some of her race times. Homegirl did the Chicago marathon in under 5 hours. HA.
These sorts of things tend to make me feel badly about myself. Like, why can't
I run that fast? So here are some little mantras for me to remember what this is really all about.
I get this way too when I make a runner friend who's faster than me, or even when I'm out busting my tail only to have someone zoom by me looking like they're out for a Sunday stroll. There are SO many factors that go into running speed, a lot of which we have no control over, that it's really unfair and counterproductive to compare ourselves to others.
ReplyDeleteI like your first mantra...there is ALWAYS going to be faster than me, but really all that matters is that I'm faster/better/stronger than the old me!