I went out in neighborhoods today, making big loops so that I would always be forced to run a long distance... not leaving myself the option of turning around easily and going home. I was thirsty the entire time.
I ran 4.4 miles at a pace of 11:16. It took me 49 minutes, and yes, I walked bits of it, because I was so tired and thirsty.
The thing was, I realized partway through that although it was difficult and I hated it, it wasn't getting more difficult. With each step, I experienced the same discomfort and the same level of "Nooooooooo". So technically, it wasn't hard, it was just unusual to my body and to my level of stamina (which needs work). So I forced myself to keep going.
Sure it will get easier if you stop, but you did that last step, so you can do the next step too.
I looked at some running clubs on meetup.com and thought more about what I'm doing.
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