Marcellus Wallace Was Right. Pride Only Hurts.
I just finished up the long run part of my 5K interval training, and I completely screwed the pooch by not pacing myself.
I started off great – a nice slow pace – for the first ½ mile. My intervals are set for a 20 second run and 40 second walk. Am I going to set records at that pace? No, but I am a newb when it comes to running.
For some reason, I started thinking (first bad sign) that it was too easy and I wasn’t pushing myself. I could go faster. And I did.
By the half way point I felt great and I wasn’t out of breath. Then I turned the corner and realized my mistake.
The rest of the way home was uphill.
That, my friend, is pride screwing with me. I didn’t think about the back half of the trail. I used all my energy and reserves before I hit the hill.
During the climb my legs felt like lead. I was huffing and puffing. Each 20-second run felt more like 20 minutes.
At the top of the incline I hit a wall.
Exhausted and desperately trying to catch my breath, I ended up walking during the last 3 20-second intervals.
Marcellus Wallace was right — “Pride only hurts. It never helps. You fight through that sh#%.”