On Sunday mornings when I have to wake up at 7AM for 20+ KM runs, I down a mug of green tea to feel human again.
Last weekend’s 29KM (from Vancouver west-side to downtown through East Vancouver and Burnaby to the southern tip of New Westminster) was difficult. Hopefully it’s the wake-up call to (1) get better (heal) and (2) train better. It’s been a woeful season of training so far. =(
After long Sunday training runs, despite my desire to lie prone on the floor for hours, I need to take a long shower with the complete slate of hair-washing and vigorous exfoliating to feel human again.
“Hills are my forte.”
You can’t come up with a self-motivating mantra on the spot just because the sports counsellor asks you to during a seminar. It has to come naturally to you and employ words and imagery that you believe in.
I like the use of a French word and by saying that hills are my forte, I don’t mean I explode up them but that I’m impeccable at pacing myself and steadily overtaking others (“Hills are not your forte?”) so that at the top of the hill, I am ahead of where I started and I’m fired up to do more!