Why do I do this to myself? Why do I toss aside the one thing that I need most when things get stressful?
This week was crazy. It was chaotic and everyday felt too long and too hard. And I believe the moment I allowed my running to go by the wayside, that’s when things felt suddenly too big. On Friday, I hauled my very tired self into work and, upon entering the building, fumbled with my umbrella. SPLAT – a big fat raindrop hit me in the forehead.
Queue lump in throat. Seriously? I’m suddenly THAT fragile?
Fortunately, I packed my bag with a steadfast plan to run at lunch. I had the time blocked off and I refused to over think it. So what if I hadn’t run all week? It would be easy to continue sliding into yet another run-less day, and so on…. Of course I wondered if my legs would remember what to do after four days and miraculously, my legs remembered what to do after four days. I was pleasantly surprised when I glanced at my Garmin early on and saw –
I didn’t feel like I was working that hard, but those were some good numbers staring up at me. Cool, the legs are cooperating. But I knew I had a long run with Scott the next morning, so I pulled back –
Riggghhttt. Fail on the pull back. OK, this time I was going to pull back for real –
So, there’s that. Fortunately, it’s not like I was throwing down 7’s (in my dreams) and I honestly felt so energized that the run felt effortless. I guess that’s my reward for inviting running back into the fold. The moral of the story is this; don’t stop running. Ever.