|My first race: a 2-miler|
in Sept. 2007. Source.
Anyway, enough of that. This past Saturday, I went out for an easy 4-miler, which basically goes up a hill and then back down again. (See elevation profile below. Yes, I know what it looks like.) I was pep-talking myself up the hill, got all the way up and to the turnaround, then had to talk myself up the much shorter side of the hill before getting that nice descent you see there. On my way down, rejoicing in my success at having gone up all the hills without stopping, I wished that I could bottle my running self-talk for other times.
|So I got this from USATF's website, but I'm not linking to it, because I've given enough|
hints about where I live and I don't want to give any more help to any
creepy stalkers that might have run across my blog.
|My first half marathon.|
Yep, same shirt (it's no
longer my running shirt,
though). Nov. 2008.
I hear other women talk about running giving them confidence and a feeling of empowerment. And I agree whole-heartedly, so much so that I even wrote a paper about it. However, it's only in these rare moments that I realise how true it is: I have so much self-confidence as a result of running. I have a very perky, endlessly cheerful, voice in my head that tells me to keep going when I'd rather stop. I don't know who this über-happy Su is that sits on my shoulder while I'm running, but apparently the defeatist Su and the "I suck" Su that usually tag along with me can't keep up while I'm in my running kit.
I need Perky Su. I need her to show up when I'm writing, or on my bicycle. I need her when I'm stressed out about my homework, or when a massive crowd of students walks into the Writing Center and they all expect me to find them a consultant, STAT. Failing all else, I need to record Perky Su and market her to other runners, because she's amazing. I bet I can make some cash off the "You can do it! Just keep going! Are you going to let a little bit of asphalt beat you?" that I get from her.
Or, while I'm sleeping, she could just beat the living daylights out of the defeatist and "I suck" voices so that they'll move out. I'd be cool with that.
What do the voices in your head do for you? Do different ones show up at different times? Should I see a psychiatrist?