If you've been reading my blog recently, then you know that my goal is to run this half marathon in under 2 hours. To do that, however, I need to run it almost 9 minutes faster than I ran before. I've been training to run faster by doing shorter, faster runs, and I've recently started doing some interval sprint workouts. Still, I'm not entirely sure if I'll be fast enough, and up until Wednesday the last time I'd run farther than 7 miles was in October.
So back to the email. It informed me the race was 2 months away. I continued to scroll to the bottom, where I found this:
Immediately I thought, But I don't know if I can run 9 miles!
The rest of the week was busy, and I didn't have time for a long run. But I sure thought about it.
Saturday was my first chance, and I went out and ran 9 miles just to see if I could do it.
The point to all this is not whether or not I can run 9 miles (I can, in case you were wondering). No, sadly the point is to highlight my neurosis, a character trait I am not fond of.
I read or hear one thing, and my mind jumps to the worst conclusion. I'm going blind from staring at a computer screen. I'm dehydrated from not drinking a full glass of water every morning. I have carpal tunnel from typing so much. The earth is becoming over populated, and soon we'll be out of natural resources and be forced to find a way to sustain life on Mars.
The list ranges from normal to not so normal and apparently now includes how many miles I should be able to run. Excellent.
Sometimes I think it would be nice if there was a way to turn off my brain.