That was a rough run. There is no nicer way to put it.
49:40 minutes / 4 miles = 12:20 miles
That’s right. Today I was that muscle-less kid from middle school who wheezed through the finish line long after everyone else. And I’m glad I did.
On Un-Right Mind: I woke up this morning and just couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. I find it much harder to get up at home because once I’m up there are 3 other people, 3 animals and plants to deal with. So I hit snooze just a few times this morning. When I finally rolled out of bed, I grabbed a tortilla – that was a bad choice. I eat some carbs every day before I run, but this thing was not pleasant and I had to choke it down. I think I would have been better served to put it down and just drink some more water. That said, today I learned the power of drinking enough water the day before running. I’m feeling pretty dehydrated and that’s not something you can make up for in the moment. Even all together, though, these things are not enough to spoil Right Mind.
Instead, I let my sore body lead. Rather than relaxing those parts of me that didn’t want to be on the run and just letting them follow my heels and knees and elbows, every step was my sore back (or tired legs or crampy stomache) trying to drag the rest of me with it on a run it didn’t want to be on. Imagine why this run was so laborious! A little peep-hole look into what happens when we allow ourselves to trudge through life with our complaints on our sleeves.
Now the title of this is about Friendship. Because this mindset I had today made fast friends with the hills and the heat and the humidity and they all sat around and chatted about how awful running is while I tried to drag them all with me on my run. I thought to myself, “I just don’t want to train in Texas. My goal is to be able to run for 60 minutes, not to be able to cope with this weather.” But if I’m going to be able to meet my own goal, I am going to have to learn to accept the heat and the humidity for what it is. Then just think how fast I will run when we finally move!
I decided to (slowly) walk the last mile of my 4 mile run today and I’m really glad I did. If I was training to be a professional runner, I would need to go out and really push my comfort boundaries in order to achieve and maintain that level of competition. But I’m training for a happy and productive life and the training’s no good if I’m miserable and beating myself up. I’m going to move back to my 3 miles 3x week and see what happens when I do that in Texas before I come by to my 4 mi/3 mi/4 mi week.
Namaste would probably be the appropriate closer here, but I think I’d prefer to shout,