*The third in my mini-series on my
ruminations run-imations on running: A snapshot into my brain, on the good, the mental, and even, the bad runs. What I learn, what inspires, what challenges*
It’s hot. It’s humid. It’s 75 degrees at 7 am and 87% humidity. The air is heavy.
Yet you told yourself you were gonna run after teaching barre n9ne.
Even though M isn’t feeling well so this will make it a solo run.
You venture out. First few steps are okay, surprisingly. You let up the tension in your neck and set out at a good pace, not too fast, not too slow, watch the breathing.
And then, about 10 mins in, all hell breaks loose.
Every step feels ridiculously hard. Breathing labored, heart racing, sweat already pouring down your face.
You question why the eff you are running. It’s way too humid.
You question WHY you run. It’s too hard. It’s not fun. It’s too hard.
You swear at every step. You curse the wind (too hot), you curse the sun (way too strong for 7 am!), you curse your breathing (akin to running sprints yet it’s a slow and steady pace, wtf).
You want to stop. You want to quit. You seriously question your sanity.
Why run? Why do you like it? You clearly hate it. So stop, stop running. Right now.
It’s too hard. It’s too hot. The sweat is pouring down your face, and to top it off, no bunnies in sight.
(you snort to yourself…it’s even too hot for the bunnies to be creepin’!)
And then? You’re at the turnaround point to your quick and dirty 3 miler and you push it out of your head (it’s ‘only’ 3 miles and you are struggling? Stop being a wuss).
And you feel better. You feel stronger. You feel past the point of sweatiness where it doesn’t even matter that you’re sweating, and gross, and breathing hard.
Because this is what running is all about. Drenched in sweat from head to toe. Every muscle in your body doing its job. Working.
You look around at summer in full bloom everywhere you look. You embrace the heat, the hot sun, the warm breeze.
(because come winter? You’ll be pissed at yourself that you were actually bitching about that when you have snot – TMI – frozen to your face!)
And sure, you don’t see any bunnies today, but you usually do. Their ears peeking out from the blades of grass, their velvety fur and white fluffy tails.
You stop. At the end of your 3 mile run and you smile. Even with the sweat dripping down your body, including your upper lip (so sexy – not), the back of your neck and all through your hair. And smile.
THAT’s what running is about. THAT is why I run.
The end game. The feeling at the end of your run when you got through the mental game, and the physical challenge that running puts you through like no other.
And you realize that it’s yet another case of run-mesia (= run amnesia), as you walk up the three flights of stairs, legs burning, but mind, body and soul lit up, happy, content and proud.
Run on my friends, even when it sucks. It’s still worth it.
That is why I run.
On a quick note? My weekly chase goal – one and only – is to run like the wind this week. Embrace it. Get four good, solid runs in (checking one off that list today!) and don’t go into it dreading it…because what’s the point of that? Self-fulfilling prophecy, no? I need to go into my runs with that end game in mind – harness the run-mesia. So, that, my friends, is my plan this week! Check out some other weekly chase goals on Melissa’s blog!