I’ve been kind of out of sorts lately. Nothing big is going on, I’m just feeling like I have a lot of balls in the air. Some of the “balls” are fun things (vacation, races, work). Some of them are not so fun things (taxes). Some are just “things” (my garmin, homework for Jones, volunteer commitments, cub scouts). All of them have just been sort of chipping away at my energy levels.
Yesterday I decided to not run, even though I had planned it as my long run day. Physically, I just felt run down. Mentally, I just couldn’t fathom running for more than an hour, even though the weather was perfect for it. I was sore and crabby and blah. I ended up going to the gym and doing the elliptical and bike.
After a lot of thinking about it, I decided that this would be a recovery week. Apparently running 10 miles in vibrams and two fast 5ks had taken more out of me than I thought it would. So I had no real goal on my run today other than to run for an hour at an easy pace.
And the sun shone and birds sang and unicorns pranced along. (OK, maybe there were no unicorns.) But it was a beautiful run on a lovely day. I averaged a 10:15 pace and it just felt effortless. I just wandered around my neighborhood, letting my mind wander wherever it wanted. 7.5 miles later, I arrived home tired and completely relaxed.
This is why I run. Not to PR, not to race, not to run some pre-specified distance. I run because it makes me happy.
As G would say…
~savor the run~