Don't call me a princess....

Call me a BOSS!!!!

I'm so over the moon focused on my race in a week.  I didn't give quitting this week a second thought.  I am determined to prove my lovely haters WRONG.  That in itself has turned into proving my own "hater" wrong too.  That nasty little voice inside of me needs to be silenced once and for all!!!

Saturdays are my long(er) runs.  I always do them outside too.  I look forward to them actually.  And today was like no other.  I was itching to hit the pavement.  I decided today that I was still going to run the six miles I had planned.  BUT I was going to push myself extremely hard the first 3.5 and then do the rest walking if I had to.  I don't want to give up my distant running for one race.  I also decided to not listen to my running playlist.  I did some searching and decided to listen to the "Remix" station on Slacker Radio.  My running playlist is filled with music to keep my head in the game of running.  Emotional lyrics, profound songwriters-- I usually get lost in my own thoughts and am able to pull off this crazy thing I am attempting to do.  Not today.  I need to MOVE and move fast!  To the best of my ability, I did just that.  I listened to some very up tempo songs that just made me want to, for lack of a better phrase, 'Hall Ass'.  The first 3.5 was run in 36 minutes.  Probably the fastest I have ever run that distance.  The last 3 miles was run at around a 12.5 mile pace.  I didn't pay attention after I turned my stop watch off.

A 10ish minute mile is pretty fast for me.  I'm comfortable at 12.5.  I don't like to push myself more than that because I'm always so focused on my distance.  There would have been no way I could have kept the ten minute pace for six miles.  MAYBE another mile at most but I was so out of breath after the first 3.5 and my fingers were numb (what does that mean?  I need to Google that.).  I took about a five minute break, hydrated, shook out said numb fingers (so weird) and kept going.  I also changed the station.  It was turning into hater radio and had I continued to listen, I might have shot someone, took my turn on a pole, and/or started saying words I am not sure have ever come out of my beautiful mouth.

I'm excited it's a three day weekend.  That means three days of outside training in a row.  I hate the treadmill.  It's so boring.  I can't read while on it.  I can watch TV but even then I find myself always looking at the countdown.  It's just so boring.  For whatever reason I can't even get lost in my own thoughts to make the time go by.

I also ate a piece of Peanut Butter toast before my run.  I actually just had a craving for something other than eggs.  It's so hot outside, I was also afraid I'd puke up the eggs.  I think that little sugar intake in the morning helped me.  Gasp, it wasn't even the fancy low fat no taste PB.  Just plan ol' Peter Pan.  The toast was whole grain wheat though :-)  Whatever, it made me feel good while I was running...

Now back to my regular scheduled acoustic emotional music.  Oddly enough, while I was running, my BFF sent me a link to a beautiful One Direction song...  acoustic of course..  Ha, good thing I didn't take my cell phone this morning...

Thank you BFF...  <3  Click here!!!!