4 miles at a respectable 14:42 average pace. For a longer run, that is phenomenal! Hooray!
(Anything over 3 miles is a long run for me at this point, in case you were wondering.)
It was with my running group, but the meeting was a little different than usual: We met at 7am instead of 8, and it was for an event sponsored by Brooks called the Power Hour. Anyone could join and all anyone had to do was walk or run as far as they could in one hour. So that is what I did! My goal was to get a solid four miles in, and I happened to do just a smidge under 4.1! So there. I was thrilled. It even felt pretty good, like I could have kept running if I had to. I probably could have run five miles with not too much trouble, to be honest. (Wow!)
And then, there were the photos on Facebook, again. OK, so I am learning to deal with seeing my body in ways that I don't usually get to see it. Today's featured photo is one to which my initial response was, "God! I'm built like a truck!" Said photo is, for your reference:
|I'm the figure in all black with her back to the camera toward the right of the photo. Built to last!|
Since I started writing this post and looking at the photo over and over, I am happy to say that I am feeling better about it. I mean, I have a body and it is doing stuff and it looks fine. So why was my first reaction so harsh? This is what I am trying to get past and this is why I makes posts like this one. (Edit to add: Photos taken of me from the front never bother me, and neither does looking in the mirror. I think it's because I never get to see myself from these other angles that gets me.)
I'm learning. And boy, did I ever kick ass this morning... and now I am about to head over to the lake for some outdoor yoga. GO ME!