Am I A Cheelite? Yes. Did I Run Like One Last Week? No
Cheelites is a new group in rundemcrew, and as you can guess from the name it’s a mixture of Cheetahs and Elites, it’s fast Cheetahs, less stopping.
Last week I was fine in the group, hanging at the back sometimes but generally holding my own. That all went straight out of the f*cking window though. We ran a route that I wasn’t used to, I left my sportsband and Garmin at home by accident so had no idea of the pace until it was shouted out. We blazed off at what felt like an ungodly pace until we hit Westminster Abbey. After that I was spent but I tried to keep up. Some of us ended up staying behind and Shameek along with Andy made sure we got back in one piece which was great.
Something that shocked me at first was how quickly we made it to Covent Garden! The pace didn’t let up past Trafalgar square either, at this point I was dying…it was an experience worth having though. It’s nice to be reminded of my limits.
The run taught Mya about the importance of not giving up and it really showed, I know that if we were by ourselves that we would have stopped and got train / bus home but the crew got us through it. Running is like life, you will have good runs and bad runs - the same way you have good days and bad days, what’s important is how you deal with them. I dealt with it by aknowledging that my quest for speed will be a long one and that sometimes there’s no point in killing yourself for a run if you can only go half the distance with a certain pace.
This week I dropped down to Greyhounds too, sometimes you just need to sit back and give yourself a rest. I’ll keep on running though, I’ll keep on being strong.