In today’s earlier post, I noted that my marathon training didn’t seem as focused as my training was for Grandma’s. I expressed concern, and rightfully so. My focus and motivation takes my running from just something that I do to the point where I can push a bit harder and consistently to the end. I will always love running (even on the days when I don’t feel much like running).
But work has been hard for me lately. It has been hard for everyone left at the old company. We are looking for direction, focus, and motivation. They are lacking and it can be hard to sift through the rubble of our deconstructed company and escape from the soot for my training. When I go outside for my runs, I want to leave it all behind and not carry it on my shoulders during my training. I have to separate my work from my personnal life (from my parenting, running, and interactions with anonymous).
I managed to have that separation today, at least for a little while. Mark and I did Yasso 800s as planned. It was great. My mind only wandered off a little bit. Mostly, I stayed focused.
1.3 mile warm-up: 11:33
3:50 minute recoveries (jog/easy run)
1.32 mile cool-down 11:45
1/2 mile intervals*:
* I didn’t program the distance interval (left it open) so these times are based on mile pace divided by 2 for those intervals where the distance exceeded 0.5 miles. Average pace for 7.01 mile run = 8:35/mile.
It wasn’t until I was done showering and changing that Kate came into the bathroom. She talked about work, and the unhappiness. I listened for a bit, and then with a little more separation from it all, went back to work feeling a little less dread than I had before the run.