"Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running-”if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level."
From the Art of Expressing The Human Body, there’s this little story about Bruce Lee, arguably the greatest martial artist that ever lived, during a training run told by John Little, a close friend of Bruce (via writer-b)
This morning sucked, but if I sit here and dwell on it for one more second it’s just going to dictate how my long run goes tomorrow. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, which means carb-city up in here, which is PERFECT for post-long run. It’s like the God’s were lining up and telling me “no, Joanne, you don’t long run on Sunday this week, you long run on Thanksgiving and then you EAT ALL THE THINGS!”.
Besides that, I can’t let this get to me, I need to just suck it up and get it done. Got a new sweater so I won’t freeze to death, will wear gloves and just go run. No set destination, just running.
Did I mention that on my attempted long run this morning, I passed a loaf of bread on the sidewalk? Yup, it was just there, stranded and forgotten. Another sign. Carbs tomorrow. Long run tomorrow. 9 miles. Let’s do this.
(Source: joelrunyon.com, via try-athlete-deactivated20130407)