I was going to write this long woe is me post about how I’m sick and I feel awful because I have the zombie bird flu plague and so you should all feel sorry for me. But instead I’ll tell you a little bit about how I suck at slowing down and I am SUPER competitive.
Thursday nights I meet up with my running group downtown and we run along the Riverwalk, it’s usually quite nice despite the tourists and the ever present chance of being pushed into the river. It’s a pretty large group, with lots of different paces and plenty of runners who are a lot faster than me. I usually use Thursday runs as a chance for some form of a tempo run, because I think we all know I wouldn’t do one on my own if given the choice.
Last night though, I wasn’t feeling like running fast, mostly because I couldn’t breathe and everything felt tired, even my eyes. I brought music with me, because I assumed my awesome run buddy Julie wouldn’t want to run that slow with me. I’m so positive when I feel gross. Because she is just that awesome, Julie did want to run with me, even if we set off at a slower pace. So that was the goal: run slow, don’t die.
We attempted to follow that plan for the first two miles, even slowing down for the second mile because we had gone out faster than my intended pace of around 10:30-11:00. But I wasn’t Garmin stalking, and things maybe got a little out of hand. I always intend to run this pace, for slower, easier runs, and I always suck at it. Our first two miles looked like this:
And the next part I blame Julie for. Because she is just as competitive as I am, and she brings out the worst in me. The course is out and back, and after we hit the turnaround we decided to try to catch and pass a couple other runners who had gone by us earlier. But they kept speeding up and getting faster!
We finally caught them around mile 3.5, and there may have been a few taunting words spoken between Julie and myself, but I’m not going to admit to anything. Of course we couldn’t slow down, because they would catch us and pass us again. We would not be defeated!
There is no real point to this post, other than to prove that a) I have no ability to run an easy pace even when I feel horrible and b) I am slightly more competitive than is healthy.
Do you get “motivated” to run faster when you run with other people?