Here is one of the things I like most about running: you can dread a run or a workout with every ounce of your being. Think “omg this is the LAST thing I want to do and it will be terrible”. You can have doubts and fears about the undertaking you have in front of you, but you still put on those shoes, take a deep breath and GO.
And sometimes those runs or workouts turn out to be just perfect. It may not be the best undertaking, but it was good in its own way. Maybe it made you realize that this is a mind over matter game most days but sometimes your body will do it’s own thing to. Maybe you realize how just lovely the day is and how lucky you are to be able to run and worry about a bad one. Or maybe it just is that you realize some part of you would be incomplete without the un.
My last long run before the Steel Rail half I dreaded. I drank too much before (whoops!) and woke up sluggish. I didn’t want to “drag myself” through a 10-11 mile run. I wanted to do nothing. But I had a task before me and figured I could suck up an hour and a half to just get it down. And so I went out and, guess what... everything was just fine and it was one of those runs where I thought “well damn, this is fun and amazing and I’m lucky.”
*Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
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