I don’t get what makes tempo runs so mentally/physically difficult for me. A five mile run at your half-marathon race pace doesn’t seem like it should be that hard.
There’s a nice zen focus that sets in once I enter the coral. I transition from being anxious about racing to being eager to start running.
It’s emerging every 6 weeks like a swarm of nasal cicadas.
We are what we repeatedly do, not what we repeatedly do as little as possible to eke out some minimal benefit.
The idea checked all the right boxes… Friends, Running, Disney, Star Wars, escaping the infinite rainy season of Seattle right at the point where I would forget that there’s a way to do weather that’s not 40°F and raining.
Running around that indoor track signified the beginning of a way of thinking that’s been with me ever since and is pervasive in my life.