I did not want to run today. The thought of putting on running clothes just seemed overwhelming. No reason, it was just one of those days when I hate running.
I put it off as long as I could and finally convinced myself I need to just “man up” and get out the door. From the first step, I knew it was going to be rough run. My legs felt heavy and everything felt tight. I bargained with myself to finish the first mile. My recovery runs these days are supposed to be three miles, so I convinced myself to keep going. At the end of the second mile, my calves were so tight I could hardly run and I was having random other pains. I started counting down by .01of a mile. And then it happened.
I was hit by the “zone.” Suddenly my pace (10:27, 10:28) no longer seemed labored. I felt like I was gliding along. When I hit mile 3 (10:15) I decided to keep going as long as it felt good. At mile 4 (9:56), I was still feeling awesome. Seriously, I felt like I could run forever. Near the end of mile 5, the zone ended as I hit a really big hill, but I still finished mile 5 in 9:30. I did a slow .4 to cool down and hit 30 for the week. (Paces are only included to show that sometimes how good a mile feels bears little to no relation to the speed you do it at.)
Sometimes running surprises you. The first two miles I was composing a post about how much I hate running sometimes. Now running is my BFF.
Once again, running has reminded me that you’ll never regret going out for a run, but you might regret not doing it…