Okay, that’s dramatic. I was so looking forward to a nice, long run after getting the kids back to school this morning. I ran 5 miles in Girard Park. My goal was 6 laps around the park. It wasn’t happening. I think speeding through my 5K TM workouts on Sat. & Sun. taxed my legs more than I realized. Heap on top of that mounds of landscaping work in our yard. It was gnawing at me, that feeling of incompletion. I wanted to reach my goal today because who knows what tomorrow may bring.
I went about my business – groceries, cleaners, etc., but when I got home, I knew I would take one basic 3 mile lap. 5 + 3 still equals 8, whether run together or not! So, I did it. No I-Pod. I just wanted to hear the rhythmic patting of my feet. I got to the gate & stretched & just enjoyed the moment. Then it hit me: A bad day of running is better than…well, anything else when you subtract the obvious – family/babies/spa, etc. : )
I couldn’t figure out why…oh, just got interrupted…16 year old has in-school suspension tomorrow/weed-picking duty for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. wow.
Anywho, I realized that part of the reason I run is because aside from loving it, I’m strong and healthy. Why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t we push through and do many of the things we avoid? I like pushing myself. I was raised in a way that circumstances seemed to push me around. With running, I’m in control…how many miles, pace, place, etc. It’s great. So, I rage against the machine, that being the one in my head. When it’s screaming at me that there is so much else to do; don’t I think I should walk; what makes me think I can meet this goal in this heat; I know that I can focus on my other machines – my quads, and just keep them moving, keep the turnover going.