Yesterday was a 6.89 mile trail run that I rounded up to 7 miles in my head. It was gorgeous. I did not have to poop. There were herds of deer everywhere. Not a cloud in the sky. I think if I did have to leave a turd on this run it would have been peppered with glitter and sequins. That’s how great that 6.89 miles was (rounded up to 7 in my head).
Today was a 7 mile out and back on lovely country dirt roads. From step number one of 14,000 steps I just wanted to be done. I can’t blame it on the weather. I can’t blame it on the scenery. I can’t blame it on not getting a good night’s sleep. I just did not want to do it Period. It was that mental battle the.whole.way. In the end I spit out a 9:13 average mile and it felt like a 7:30 average mile.
So, what do I tell myself in these instances?
- You can eat donuts and drink coffee with lots of half and half when you are done
- Just because you don’t feel like running doesn’t mean you shouldn’t run. You’ll be glad you did.
- Some days are going to suck. Oh well.
- This run will let you hit 3o miles for the week – your goal.
- Stop your bitching. You are healthy. You are not injured. You CAN run.
I know these 5 thoughts are extremely profound. I guess my point is that to keep going you don’t really need to be super profound. You just need to keep going. Even when your crotch is sweating so much you look like you wet yourself.
Now, I am done and I am inside, which is good because the Wizard of Oz is about to happen around here (those munchkins and flying monkeys freak me out. Confession: In ever really liked the Wizard of Oz anyway). I’d rather not be one of the 73 people struck by lightening this year.
How far was your run today? Thumbs up or down? Thumbs down.
What’s a movie you feel like you should like, but you don’t? Sound of Music. Wizard of Oz. Monty Python.
Would you rather be struck by lightening or drown? Lightening. Seems faster. <- I like to keep it upbeat around here
SUAR
