Today was meant to be an intervals day. Something similar to this session (https://www.strava.com/activities/12850227840).
The problem was it only took me 20 meters into the first sprint to give up.
Giving up in your first sprint when you are supposed to do ten of them is very disappointing.
It didn't go down well. I sweared out loud (in Spanish, mindful of the dog walkers)
I tried again in the next lap but I gave up even earlier.
That's the moment I started to think about quitting the whole session.
Instead, I kept running slow and trying to sprint in every lap. I was sprinting without faith though. Giving up before the sprint started.
Disappointment with myself grew bigger.
I wasn't sprinting, I wasn't even trying. What <insert here your favorite swear word> was I doing?
I don't know.
To protect myself I stopped thinking about it and carried on doing what I was doing, pretending to be sprinting for about 10 meters in every lap.
Waited to cover the 10km distance and called it a day.
Do you know what adds insult to the injury?
The moment I got home I felt great.
So here I am now feeling fresh, energized, not tired at all (what should I feel tired of? I ask myself) and very disappointed with myself.
I know it will pass. I have disappointed myself a lot in the past. Doesn’t seem experience helps to feel any better though.
I need an ice cream.
The run in Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/12956793220/
Take care
Javier Arias González
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