Have you ever written a post where you thought you were saying one thing, but it really didn’t come out that way? Yesterday’s post was pretty much that.
Emily hit the nail on the head with her comment: “running is therapeutic. and if, as a runner, you need to take advantage of that and let it all out on the road, then good god do it up.”
I run because it is my anti-depressant. I don’t run to be fit or fast or hit a particular mileage. Those are all nice things, but they are secondary to the primary purpose. Somehow, running flips a switch in my brain and makes me a much happier person. What I didn’t realize was that not every run works in that way for me.
Lately, I’ve felt a bit like someone dimmed the lights a little bit. Things bothered me more. I wanted to spend more time curled up under a blanket. I stopped wanting to comment on people’s blogs. I snapped at my kids more. I just felt blah.
I couldn’t figure it out. I’ve been eating healthy. I was getting decent amounts of sleep. I was running a ton at a comfortable pace. Life wasn’t any more stressful than normal.
Then I ran hard on Saturday. And somehow, that turned the lights back up. I’ve felt better the last few days than I had in a while. In fact, yesterday I felt so good I actually added miles to a run just because I felt like it. It’s nice to feel more like myself again.
It’s not about speed, it’s about effort. Apparently, I needed that “run at the threshold” effort to flip the switch in my brain. And now that I know that, I just need to figure out how to incorporate that into my training plan. Or just race every weekend. ;o)
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