I used to think it was impossible for me to drop time. I’m just not a fast runner. I’m not even a pace runner. I’m one of those dopes who thinks she’s flying while still plodding along at the same pace she was going 3 miles before.
But, I was wrong. I owe this epiphany to my friend, Patrice, who challenged me to run a little faster during a “better than nothing” workout in my home with our little babies crawling around our feet. She used weights while I ran on my treadmill. In-between sets she looked up at me, tilted her head to the side with a surprised look on her face, and she said, “You know, I think you can go faster.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I already felt like I was pushing myself. But as pride dictated, I pushed harder. I ran faster. But not faster enough for Patrice.
She commented again, same surprised look on her face, “I think you can go faster. You look like you’re jogging.” Jogging? C’mon!
So you know I tried to run faster yet again. And this fun continued until I reached a dizzying — for me — 6:30 pace. I thought my feet were going to fly back behind me. Finally, Patrice said, “Now you look like you’re running.”
I’ll never forget that day nor that moment.
I couldn’t keep that pace for long. I felt breathless. But it taught me something. I could run really fast. At least for a little while. I could!
And that’s how I started running intervals as part of my regular workouts. And then, I started achieving personal best times. I loved it. And I still do. Thank you Patrice!
Why don’t you take a chance and run a little faster next time you go out. Don’t pass out. But challenge yourself. Perhaps you’ll get stronger. You will feel better. And maybe you’ll finish your next run just a little… faster!
May your next run be a good one.