My runs have not gone to well over the past couple weeks. Two attempts at tempo runs, today and last week, have gone miserably. Just 2-3 miles into tempo pace and I am spent. With a couple exceptions of a long run over the weekend, and 12 miler last Friday, I wouldn't call any other of the runs good. In fact this week they have all just been bad. Sore legs, lack of energy, and just a general feeling that I don't want to run.
So all this is going through my head 6 miles into my 10 mile run tonight. This sucks, my running sucks, whine whine whine
I bump into Deirdre just past boat house row, we stop to chat and she conveniently asks how my run is going. I'll try to recreate the conversation here. There may be a few exaggerations below but this is the general idea.
Me: High Deirdre
De: High John, How is your running going
Me: WAAAH, and WAAHH.... WAH
De: Really tell me more
Me: Wah
De: Oh that has happened to me in the past
Me: Wah WAAAAH Wah
De: I have had horrible runs leading up to marathons but the race has gone just fine. You have a month left don't sweat it, take a couple days off
Me: Yeah but...... Wah
De: I had the big toe on my right foot amputated days before my Olympic trials marathon a few years back, and had a great race.
Me: Your right, I gotta relax and just deal with a bad patch, take it kind of easy over the weekend
De: I am glad you stopped crying
Me: I'll meet you for an easy 18 Saturday morning
De: Sounds good, see ya.
The whole conversation really brightened my mood. The 4 miles home were the best miles I've had all week. Deirdre was in the right place at the right time and I don't think she had any idea how the short conversation helped. I'll have to tell her on that 18 miler this weekend.
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Deirdre can kick your ass into gear, no doubt about it.
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