Training has been so-so for me these last few weeks. It's been beastly outside, and internally, I've wanted to just stop and give up running (or at least running for a marathon).
Last night, I decided I'd do a long run today. I got myself ready and excited for it. I was going to run and conquer, and I could almost feel the endorphins pumping through my body as I hit the hay. By this morning, I was ready to go for a long run.
I started off strong, with good strides. I felt like I could climb mountains, and I was feeling more confident and better about myself. I'd run eight miles today, and this would be a strong "reboot" of my training program; I need this confidence boost.
I started having those strange thoughts that creep up on these long runs. They aren't really about self-doubt or anything profound, but they're more stupid things like "Why is that woman in front of me wearing a beige hat?" or "Should my dogs wear raincoats?" I hate it when the strange thoughts happen because I can't turn them off. As soon as one ends, another begins, and before I know it, I've spent the majority of my run pondering the merits of one type of sock over another. Or worse, how I can feel a hole in one of my socks, and how big it is, and gee, should I just remove said sock and run without it? (Pro tip: No.)
In all, it was a great run, and even though I walked a bit, it was a strong run. It was one of my best runs in weeks, and I'm starting to feel like I'm back in fighting form.
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