I had good intentions when I woke up today. I was going to head out for a run no later than 10 am. The sun was shinning and beckoning me to the trail. But then the sun took a break behind the clouds and I lost motivation. And then to make matters worse, I chatted with a friend and was grumpy. I felt horrible immediately after hanging up. I didn’t want to run anymore.
As runners we can be fickle. One minute we love it and can’t wait to put on our running shoes; the next minute we’re ready to retreat. And that’s what happened to me this morning. But sometimes the threat of an upcoming race is all you need to get you moving. So I made a promise to myself—I’d give myself one hour to pout and then I had to rally and get out on the trail.
And that’s just what I did. Though my couch was incredibly comfortable and I’m sure I could have found a movie on TV I’ve seen a hundred times to watch, I stuck to my deal. And an hour later I was off.
As soon as I hit the trail, the sun started peeking out from the clouds. I felt good immediately. It usually takes me about a mile or two to find my groove, but not today. I knew it was going to be a good run. I’ve been struggling with a calf injury for months and today it was behaving. My run was improved by extra muddy trails, as if they were there just for me.
My goal today was 8 miles—the longest distance since last summer. It was a bit of a stretch for me, but given my upcoming 50k I knew I had to push myself and start increasing the miles. I was surprised by how easy the miles came off; I was overjoyed and couldn’t imagine still being on the couch. I didn’t want the run to end. I needed this run—I needed the reminder I’m happier, healthier, and more confident because I run.
Today’s blog post is dedicated to all the injured runners out there who are struggling to get back and find the magic of a simple run. Be patient—you’ll get there.