We are supposed to run 3k warm-up and 3 sets of 3x300m tonight. Up from our old 2k warm-up and 3 sets of 3x200m last year. Oh dear.
Right now I feel a cold coming on. My throat is a bit sore and I feel a bit woozy. Oh no.
But I know I have to run tonight. And I have to try and finish all the sets. Or else I will feel terrible the whole week for not finishing.
I read this: "Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually, it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever." Lance Armstrong.
That is so true. But oh so bad too. I have been injured many many times in running, in boxing, in badminton and again in running because I chose to ignore pain in order to finish a round, a game or a run. I just can't quit.
I remember the first time I went wall climbing. I am terribly afraid of heights. I can't even step out on an open balcony to appreciate the view. But wall climb I did. 3/4 to the top of the wall, I looked down and felt woozy. My legs were about to give. I was sooo scared. But I just couldn't stop at 3/4. It was so easy to ask to be belayed but I didn't. I talked to my legs (as I often do when I run) and pushed myself up to the top. Then I threw up. Kidding!
So yup, tonight, I will have to face the new run assignment and try to come out of it alive. So much like everything in life. Oh yeah.