When Plans Fall Apart…
Last week I drove out to run another base 5k. It was my day off from work and there happened to be a race. The stars actually aligned for once. It might seem strange but base 5ks are generally on a weekday during the lunch hour. The entire race is done within the hour which allows someone to run the race, pick up an award and shower then be back to work on time.
To preface: I live about 40 minutes away from the base and the race was much later than my workouts. I normally run around 6:30 and the race was at 11:30.
After relaxing all morning and doing nothing productive, I drove over to base. I met my husband and we went to where the previous race started. When there was no one at the start we began to worry. We went inside, only to find out the race was at the other base half an hour away. The gyms have the exact same name and I had just ASSumed because it was the same name and where the race was previously, it was the same location.
Immediately after finding out we weren’t going to be able to race, I felt lost and confused. We didn’t have enough time to make it to the other base. I was disappointed and irritated with myself. It was my fault for not doing more research.
Should I just give up and go home?
First, my legs weren’t feeling great because of a hard workout week.
Second, my workout week was based upon this race. My hard run was Thursday instead of Wednesday and the rest of the week was shifted as well.
Third, I had already wasted half my day. It was 11:30, I had yet to run and I had yet to do anything productive. Outside of running, I also had a few things to catch up on.
To be honest, before recently, I probably would have just gone home or run easy on base. I had so many excuses! My legs were tired…My day was wasted…my routine and schedule altered…blah blah blah.
Instead I motivated myself to do a shorter track workout. I don’t have the opportunity to run on a track often right now. Due to the military physical fitness requirements, there is a neat track in base. It’s 3/4ths of a mile and not a giant circle but more of an irregular blob that crosses the street too. Since I have limited access to anything resembling a track, I did 4×1 mile repeats on it. It’s obviously not a true 400 meter track but it was a nice change of surface to run on.
The workout was tough but I managed a 6:27 overall pace. After a high mileage week and the possibility of not doing any speed, I have no complaints. I’m proud of myself for staying flexible and making the best of the situation. I’ve said a dozen times but fitness is a collection of workouts, not an individual one. There are days that life doesn’t go according to plan and that is okay.
Often times a plan or schedule doesn’t come together as anticipated. Ultimately I was able to motivate myself through a harder effort workout which is something that would not have happened a few months ago. My fitness has come a long way in the last 7 months but my mental focus towards running has too.
Questions for you:
Have you ever missed a race before?
How do you stay motivated when a plan falls apart?