I love running races. This is clear because I sign up for tons LOL it has become an addiction. Races are fun, social events and I get all excited to participate. But it takes a lot of work to get to those races. As I set my alarm last night for 5:30 AM on a Saturday morning, my day off I began to ponder the run I inteded to do in the morning and that dread set in.
I love to run, but before every single long training run I get this feeling of dreadfulness, I am sure some of you know it. It is the feeling that for the next 2 hours you will be putting your body through the most stress it will probably go through until your next long run. It is a lot of freaking work to lug your body across the road for many miles. This is the what makes me dread it. This is what makes me bitch and whine the whole day before I have a long run scheduled. I cannot help it, yes I know I run on my own accord and if I dread it so much why do it?
Those races rock. As soon as I start running I begin to feel like I am flying. As I woke up this morning I was stretching I was thinking about my last race, and how good it felt to race into that finish line and have people clapping. This is what got me out the door at 6AM and got me moving into this quiet fog:
I mapped out my run on daily mile (by the way best website ever for running addicts) ahead of time so I had my plan in place where I would run etc. and I set out ready to tackle it head on. I started out at a nice easy pace a 10 minute mile and it felt good. Once I got 2 or 3 miles into my run I felt amazing. I had very little knee pain which was a plus and it was so cool out I was comfortable. I had intended to do an 11 miler this morning, I have the Race to Remember in 2 weeks so I planned this is a final long run before it.
Well as I was running and jamming to my music something happened, that athlete in me kicked into gear and I began to push myself to work hard. I felt so strong and capable and an hour into my run I had realized I missed my turn!!! I had run all the way past it and was now in the next town over. I began to slightly panic and wonder if I had enough stamina to make it all the way back home. I had my cell phone tucked away in my pouch so I knew if worse came to worse I could call bf and have him come pick me up. I kept running and suddenly I made the decision.
I decided right then I would go the distance. I would run all the way home no matter how long it took or how hard I had to work. I felt so good I did not want to stop. Also the competitor in me woke up and I said to myself I am not calling and getting picked up. I can and will make it home. I had no idea how far it was or what my pace was because I wear a Polar HRM but it does not track distance. I thought maybe it would be about an extra mile or so. I knew how I was doing when I was about 3 miles away from home and still felt good. I pushed my pace then because I thought to myself hey all that is left is a 5k ;)
The last mile I really pushed it I was ready to go home and kiss my baby girl and relax!! My legs were pounding the pavement and I felt good though, I was tempted to pass by the house and keep going. If I did not have the race in 2 weeks and the knee issues I would have I could have.Instead I opted to be smart and I headed home. I looked at my watch and saw 1:51 appear and thought wow maybe the run was not as long as I thought and I only did get 11 ish miles. I stretched and drank water and collapsed for a few minutes lol I was totally wiped out.
I came on to daily mile and remapped my route. I squealed with delight when I saw I had run 12.8 miles!!!! I went the distance today and it felt good. I wanted to write this so I had a reminder to myself that even when you may dread a long run just suck it up and get out there you will NOT regret it!!! :)
Do you dread the moments before a workout begins and then fall in love with it once you get going?