That's exactly what I was asking myself tonight as I hit the 6 mile mark and stopped my Garmin. The screen read 1:00:00.
You're kidding, right?
Nope. I'm not. An on-the-nose-10-minute-mile-pace. For 6 miles. Less than a week after I ran the "marathon from hell". Or better known as the marathon that I bonked.
I'm not sure what got into me. Well, no I take that back. What got into me was that marathon I mentioned that I ran on Saturday. The whole experience has got me questioning priorities, obligations, and just generally guilt. I've vowed to put the things that I value first (running), and the things that are secondary to happiness in life (clean laundry), well second. And it seems that taking that view has helped me immensely.
For example, today I had the options to leave the dentist (no cavitites thank you) and either head out early for the group run, or go home and do a load of laundry. Two weeks ago I probably would have run home, done the laundry, and decided that it was too far to drive (7 miles), and stayed home.
Today, though, I ran home, changed the laundry, and headed out to the group run. Only I was about 30 minutes early for the meetup. So, I ran 2.5 miles instead. What??? I KNOW. Who woulda thought it? I averaged a 10:15 clip and was totally happy because I STILL FELT GREAT. Then the group run started and I hung with the two coolest chicas in the world (Bubuckzaialkdajdg and LL Cool J) for 1.5 miles. They continued on while I turned back, because holy cow I was only supposed to run 4 miles today and HELLO I've already ran 4 and I still gotta get back! So, back I went. At a moderate pace. I refused to acknowledge Garmin. Back at the run-start place, I realized that I had run 5.5 miles, and who runs on a half mile??? Not this girly...so I circled Mercer's campus until the magic 6 appeared on my Garmin.
And subsequently when the 1:00:00 appeared on my pace counter.
And Holy Cow I can't believe that I ran that fast and felt so dang good.
Here's to running 4 tomorrow and feeling even better than I did today!
I've often posted on here that "I got my mojo back" but it's not until reality, and the subsequent guilt that you totally slacked off, slaps you in the face at mile 23, that will really make you realize what MOJO really is.
Have a great weekend! I've got 16 on the books, plus a friendly little 5k on Saturday.