I’m a skipper. Yesterday, I wrote about how good crossfit is/was and yet tonight I skipped. Part of me didn’t want to but another part of me simply wanted to RUN. I didn’t want to talk to people. I didn’t want to be positive. I just wanted to be on my own and get some miles under me. I was a super grump.
The first few steps were tough. My legs were stiff and felt full of lead. The route I took was uphill for the first part and it made me feel like I would never make it. I was frustrated and considered stopping for a moment and turning around but I pressed onward. I kept telling myself this is how you are going to feel when you are running 26.2 so you had better suck it up and keep moving. So that’s what I did.
I ran 6.2 – oh yes, I really wanted that .2 to make it an even 10k. I did it in one hour and seven mins. Definitely not my fastest time but I haven’t run that far in a few weeks. When I hit mile 4, I thought I had hit mile 5 – bummer!! I pushed harder. I also started to get really hungry. And thirsty. I didn’t take my water bottle because I didn’t want to carry it, brilliant. I felt much better when I finished emotionally and physically. How does running do this? I mean, I get it scientifically but seriously, some part of me still doesn’t understand why running resonates with me so much. It shouldn’t. I have never been a natural athlete. I LOVE to read and used to always seek solace in a book. Where did this running come from?! Haha, I don’t know but I’m hooked. I realized that tonight as I kept going despite the fact it was getting dark, I was tired and a mess. I found I didn’t care about any of that.
Sorry for the lack of pics… mostly, I had some good moments by myself and feeling powerful. Maybe kind of boring but it’s runs like these that make it feel worth it.