I’m learning to pace myself in my running.
I’m learning to be ok with being slower than my goal pace early on.
I’m learning that it takes longer for me to hit my stride.
And I’m learning to be ok with that too.
I’m now closer to 50 than I am to 40. And you know what that means? It means that I’m a far cry from 30. Being fast early just doesn’t happen for me anymore.
It takes me much longer to warm up than it did even just a year or two ago. But I’d like to think that in those intervening years that I became a smarter runner too. I’ve learned to be patient in my running. And I’ve learned to believe in myself more.
Like this morning when I fell behind my goal pace by 13 seconds in the opening 2 kilometres. I didn’t panic like I used to. Instead I let myself settle into my run. And I finished over 90 seconds ahead of my plan. Without that much effort really.
That isn’t to brag. That’s to remind me, to remind us all, to have faith, to trust our own selves.
We are all much stronger than we think.