Top 3 ways to mentally prepare for a race you know you won’t PR
This summer has been a tough time to train. The heat, the thunderstorms, the aches and pains, and yet somehow the running continues. With sore legs and mental exhaustion, looking ahead to the Quebec City Half Marathonhad been daunting to say the least.
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- Suck it up and remember where you came from. So what! I started running for fun years ago, but not until recently, when I started breaking my own records did I start getting competitive with myself. Thinking about past running struggles has helped to some degree. I remember as a young tween, being able to pull off two miles before collapsing in my driveway on Long Island. Or the bursting pride I felt when I finished my first 5 mile run without stopping. Running at it’s core is plain old fun so don’t you forget it!
- Stay the course. Sometimes running day in and day out, whether training for a race or not, can be monotonous. Us runners can become fixated on a number, a time, a distance, and get deflated if a training run doesn’t go so well or the past few races didn’t yield positive results. It’s important to remember that you’ve already been running and your training won’t completely abandon you. Get up in the morning, look those sneakers in the face, and take um out for a good old pavement beating just to spite them.
- Run with friends. It’s more fun. Remember before when I said running should be fun? I wasn’t kidding. Running is inherently and individual sport. When you’ve had enough of yourself, take it out on someone else – so to speak. Running with your friends or groups of people can be motivating and help you get through the tough times. Someone’s probably going through what you feel right now so talk about it while they try to keep up with you – after all, you’ve been training all summer!
Come race day, you might be surprised. For the last 6-8 months you trained, beat your body, experienced the elements when no one else dare go outside. I didn’t PR last week in Quebec City, but at mile 4 I felt great and found my rythem. I finished just one minute slower then my goal and feel pretty proud of that, as crossing the finish line I remembered the dog days of summer (heat index was 108F). I guess that’s why they call it training. Who knows…you might even get a sweet picture in the end.