I'm kind of a dummy. I ran too fast (again) for my own good. Maggie is pretty darn good at keeping me at a lower pace when I want to run long. Today I had visions of running at least 4 miles, if not longer. To my dismay I ran at a 9'17" pace which isn't fast, but it's too fast for me if I'm going to run like 5+ miles... yuck.
(Warning: trite phrases coming...!) I run because I love running. Not because I'm competitive with anyone, although I am with myself. I run because it's just me out there. If I fail... it's because of me. If I succeed... it's because of me. I know that to run faster than 2 hours in the upcoming half I've signed up for... I know I'll have to train LSD (that's long slow distance) and repetitive sprints. A combination of both.
I just threw up in my mouth a little bit... I'm done though.