But I had to put all of that aside. Sometimes you have to lose the battle to win the war.
I’ve been running well in training. And doing so while pushing my distances and frequency. Currently I’m working on a Hansons-inspired 6 day a week running schedule. A far cry more than the 4 day a week running regime I’ve managed for over 2 years.
So I suppose it’s understandable that today, as I took to the roads for the 5th day in a row — a first for me — that I was starting to feel the effects of the increased training. I know that’s the explanation I’d offer for anyone else in my position. However I often fall guilty of holding myself up to standards that are somewhat harsh if not downright unrealistic.
My pride wanted me to push the pace. To uphold my own lofty expectations. But I had to put all of that aside. Sometimes you have to lose the battle to win the war. I needed to permit myself a chance to recover. After all, what good is it to run impressively in training if it costs me in a race?
So today I meandered. At over a minute per kilometre slower than usual, my pace was deliberately methodical. And that was tough. Not merely on my ego. But on my patience as well. I felt I should be further along.
Which of course I normally would be.