Ok, this post sucks (yeah, I said a bad word, and I'm gonna say it again...sucksucksuck. Blah. But, I digress with the suck part. Let me explain. Painfully.
First, let me ask you this: Is running really fast all that important? C'mon, really??? Is running a 7 minute mile such a big deal? You get all sweaty, your legs get sore, your heart pounds in your chest. Would get me to Boston. Highly over rated if you ask me.
I'm such a sucky (bad word again) liar. I want to run a 7 minute mile SO FREAKING BAD, that I totally screwed up a very basic requirement on timing a mile.
Yeah, that would be.....(drumroll)...MEASURING said mile PROPERLY. GAWD....I can't even stand having to write this sucky post. I'm not sure which part of this bothers me the most. Being slower than I thought or the fact that I posted my incorrect times to all of you people in Blogland. Which, BTW, my husband thought was hysterical. I don't think I need to tell you he was not allowed on my side of the bed last night.
So here's what happened...
From the gym to my house is 3.1 miles. I have only run FROM my house TO the gym a handful of times and they were all back when I didn't time myself. This was the first time I ran from my house to the gym being timed. Except for the time I left my car at the gym, ran home, got a call from the school nurse that my daughter was sick and had to run BACK to the gym to get my car. And I did that one in 30 minutes. So anyway, when I hit what I THOUGHT was the end of the first mile at 14:22, I was kind of irritated. I stood there for a minute thinking maybe I went out too slow or something. But I can walk a mile faster than 14:22. Made no sense at all. Angrily, I hit the clear button and started the timing over from what I thought meant I had 2 miles to go. I just ran the next 2 miles to the gym, looked at my watch and saw 13:34. ??????????? You'd think this alone would have clued me in that the measurements were off but nooooooooooooo. Can you all say "Kim was in denial???" I can. I was in denial. I want to be fast sooo bad that I never even gave that a thought.
So now I'm feeling kinda bad. A little deflated. A lot embarrassed. I took the day off from the gym and running. I even skipped my beloved yoga class. My coach teaches that and I just don't feel like telling him what I did. I'm betting he already knows anyway. I'm going to color my hair, do my nails and lay in the sun. I'm going to try to let it go, it may take a bag of chips though. Of which I have 2. I don't usually wallow in self pity for too long. I may even go for a leisurely run later, you know, when it's about 90 degrees out.
Thank you all for your support, it really means a lot to me. The comments and emails have been wonderful and it pains me to have to post this blog. (I need a tissue)
Happy running everyone, be sure to say hi when you pass me....lol.