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Give Me Your Mantras
I was a brat yesterday. I can admit that. I’m not proud of my pissy little blog post.
I’m over it today. Yay! Thanks for talking some sense into me, friends. I really do appreciate it. I was all bent out of shape because oh no, I had a run that was kind of difficult. How dare I endure such tragedy?!
Seriously though, I got lots of little pep talks yesterday that really helped. Last night, in an effort to shake out my legs and do something sweaty that wasn’t running-related, I went to the gym for spinning with Matt, the love of my life who isn’t my boyfriend. Matt always plays good music and says inspiring things and makes me feel like I can do anything. At the end of class, he usually says, “What you just did wasn’t easy.” That’s true. He also told us at one point that he “wouldn’t ask us to do something he didn’t know we were capable of.”
Thanks, Matt. After 45 minutes with you, my mood improved significantly. It’s magic. Sweat magic.
Then I had dinner with two runner chicks who also helped me get back to reality. My friend Amanda said she knows a guy who runs 3-hour marathons and he once told her that he has one bad run every week. Every week!
So I think I can get through one bad run — which, seriously, wasn’t even that bad — every now and then. Like a few of you commented, one tough run just brings us closer to our next great run.
I would love to say that my “next great run” happened this morning, but it was mostly just a normal recovery run. I covered 5.25 miles, made two necessary bathroom stops and may have used the men’s room one time because the women’s room wasn’t unlocked yet.
The weather was perfect, my playlist was random (Does anyone remember Space Hog? Classic.) and despite my stomach not completely cooperating, it felt good to just cover some Bridle Path ground without caring about my pace.
Plus, I’m getting hooked up with some drugs tomorrow so hopefully that’ll help calm my pesky stomach down.
It’s good timing, too, because this morning I realized that I’m running three races in the next two weeks. When did that happen? I’m running the Race to Deliver this Sunday in Central Park (4 miles), a Turkey Trot 5K on Thanksgiving with my mom…
…and the Las Vegas Half Marathon on December 4.
Got that, Crohn’s? Time to chill. We’ve got races to run.
As I’ve shared many times, my biggest enemy on race day is my brain. Usually my legs warm up just fine and most of the time (damn you, Brooklyn Half Marathon and Army 10 Miler) my stomach cooperates, too.
But my mentality? It tends to suck if I’m not having the race of my life. And that’s my concern leading up to the Las Vegas Half.
So I’m going to start training my brain now. I’ve done an OK job training my legs and my speed and my jazz hands for the finish line, but now I need to get my head in the game, High School Musical-style.
I’ve never been big on mantras. I don’t even like the word mantra. But I respect them, and I’m ready to get on board with the whole, “tell yourself happy thoughts to get to the finish line” game.
The most simple mantras I keep in my head are “Just keep running” and “You can do this.” Simple. Effective. I also try to remind myself that I love running. I’m not a professional runner (I know, that is very surprising news), I’m not getting paid to do this and I’m not breaking any world records in the pace category.
So if things get tough in Vegas, whether it’s at mile four or mile 12.9, I want to be prepared with more than just a great playlist (You bet it’ll be stocked with angry running songs just in case. Favorites include “Love Dump” by Static-X and “The Game” by Disturbed.) and flashy leg warmers.
I want to be ready to defeat any mental battles that come my way, and that’s where I need your help! It doesn’t matter to me how many spectators are screaming along the course. I don’t need their help. It’ll be nice, yes, but I want all my strength during the race to come from me. That’s cheesy, I’m aware. But it’s true.
Here are a few of the mantras I’m planning to keep tucked in the back of my brain if needed:
- You trained for this. Don’t screw it up. (I like this one because it’s clearly so positive and cheery.)
- Run hard. Finish strong.
- There’s a buffet just past the finish line.
- This is fun!
- Pass that chick ahead of you. Then pass that guy ahead of you.
- The faster you run, the sooner you’re done.
- You have to blog about this later.
SHARE YOUR MANTRAS: What do you tell yourself in order to keep pushing hard toward that finish line?