Scandia Run

I ran my second 10K EVER on Saturday, and it went much, much better than my first one did. When people ask "So how far is a 10K?" I have decided to prey upon their ignorance by stating "14 miles." instead of the 6.2 it actually is.

(If it feels like 14 miles, am I truly lying?!)

My first race was SO awful! Basically, I did this one just to see if it was all race anxiety, or if I could change the results. Friday, I drank lots of water to prevent dehydration. Sat morning I was up at 6 AM to make sure and eat my favorite pre-run meal, a slice of wheat toast with almond butter.It was such a relief to NOT experience the dizzy nauseous horror that plagued me the last few miles of the Butte to Butte, back in July. Surprise! (to no one but me) it turns out that there is a reason athletes take in fuel before expecting their bodies to give miles of strenuous work!
So I finished strong, in 1 hr, 11 minutes and felt good through the whole thing! It was a wonderful race and I finished with such a sense of joy and accomplishment that I was full of feel good endorphins the entire day!

Surely a great race would naturally cause me to fall back in love with running?
That I was all pumped to get out there and train even harder now?

TOTALLY. All day Saturday.

But passion fades fast for me and today is Monday.
I am dressed for running. (and have been for 3 hours)
I am thinking about running. (thinking "Again?!")
I am writing about running. (desperately trying to psych myself back up)
but none of this helps. No thinking, reading, writing, contemplating of running will make any difference in how strong I feel the morning of October 18th, when I am on the starting line in San Francisco. The only thing that will make that race a good one?
Is running that 5 miles. today. and tomorrow. and Wednesday. With no crowds watching and no finish line banner and no teammates along side.
just my feet, hitting asphalt over and over and over.
I guess Nike was right.
Come on, Brenda...JUST DO IT.