1. I can feel myself getting carried away. With speed. It’s like a new toy, and all I want to do is play with it and nothing else. But I need to slow it down. I do not want to hurt myself. Wednesday’s 4-miler at an 8:30 pace was not too hard. But I was pushing myself toward the end … juuuuuuust past my comfort zone. Slow down, Ker, slow down.
2. I must remember to respect the 18-miler coming up on Sunday. As I mentioned before, last year’s 18 was awesome. It was such a great run. But that doesn’t mean it will be this year. Eighteen miles is the real deal. It’s no walk in the park. Rather, it’s more than three hours of running.
3. The training plan I’m following only calls for two mid-week runs and one weekend long run. I’ve been running more than that. I need to cut it back to three runs total each week. The worst thing that can happen right now is me overdoing it (What, me? Never!) and hurting myself.
I need to write these things down and staple them to my forehead…