I’m currently dealing with a lot of anxiety issues and I’m trying to combat them on my own. First, I’m eating 100% squeaky clean. No little nibbles of crackers or Doritos or whatever. I have to be especially vigilant when making Little Runner’s dinner on the nights that my husband has class! He eats things that I don’t and my self-control is woefully low at 6 pm. Second, I’m making sure I get a regular endorphin hit from exercise. Unfortunately, the palliative effect isn’t lasting quite as long right now (I was a sobbing mess an hour after a tough kickboxing session last night) so I’m upping the frequency and intensity, within reason.
This means that I was actually motivated to do half my run this morning while my husband was walking the dog (who tries to kill me when I’m on the treadmill. That’s another story…) I pulled off 2 MILES at a 10 minute pace! This is freaking huge for me! Of course, my third mile was considerably slower and included my cool down so my average was 11 min./mile but still! I have two more miles waiting for me tonight and I plan to do them both at 10. In order to run faster you have to … run faster, right? I plan on keeping at least some of my short runs at a fast(er) pace and see how that improves my overall pace.
If I wind up with a faster pace and manage to stay off the roof, I think it’s a win-win!