I am at the point with my running that I always reach during any training program. I am at the point where I want to throw up my hands and scream with all my increased lung capacity I HATE RUNNING! I do. I hate running. At least right now. Maybe not forever. But right now, I can honestly say I hate running.
I had my first four-mile run today. I did it, but it wasn't fast and it certainly wasn't pretty. I ran it in 48:35. Yup that's averaging more than a 12 minute mile. It's so far off from my goal of less than a 10 minute mile that I really just want to end this whole stupid training program.
The problem is I have accomplished my real running goal. My ulterior motive was to use this training program to get my sorry bum into the gym on a consistent basis. And you know what, I have. This past week I made it to the gym four times, and I was slacking. I usually make it five. When my training is over, I want to make it to the gym as often as I do now but to do what I want to do. Not what Hal Higdon says I have to. Ideally, I'll do Pilate's on Mondays, a cardio and strength class on Wednesdays and Fridays and a cycling class on Saturdays. Throw in one more day to do whatever I want (maybe even run), and I'm golden. It's the freedom to choose what I want to do that is now my real motivation. Not this stupid race.
I will run my the Shamrock Shuffle. It's still four weeks away, but damn it I am done pretending like I enjoy training.