I have this problem with races. I’m not fast. The problem actually is, I want to be fast, but I don’t. Today, my sister and I ran our cities 10k race. After about 1.5 miles, I felt like she was going slower to keep pace with me, and I told her to go ahead. I don’t like running races with people, cause I don’t like the pressure that comes with it to go faster. At the same time, the “self talk” I’m having in my mind goes like this:
“Slow down. This isn’t a race. Just have fun. It’s not like your in last place.”
Then I start to say, “It IS a race! You should pick up your pace! Why don’t you even want to TRY to go faster??” and I pretty much say that the entire route, while never really getting much faster than 10 minutes/mile.
So, here is where I ended up:
I just feel like I need to get to that place where I WANT- have the desire to be faster!!
The rest of the week made me so glad I live in a town that loves tradition. From the horse parade, to the mini annual parade, we loved every second!