By the time that I looked up, it was evening and I still needed to go run.
Getting dressed and heading out the door, I could tell that I had a bad case of the “blahs”. You know the feeling. The one where I need to run 10 miles, but I could be just as happy with 1 mile.
I pushed off from my curb, and my legs just turned over with no apparent willingness to run.
Usually when I run my hill repeats, I run them toward the end of the workout so I can head directly home afterward. I was about 3 miles in yesterday, and I decided to go ahead and run them.
My legs didn’t feel all that bad while I charged up the hill so I repeated the process 7 more times.
With those repeats in the bag, my legs went right back to feeling the “blahs”.
I was trying to decide if I should break off the run or push on. Finally, I decided on just doing this neighborhood loop and see how I felt afterward. I could still break it off. It would be just 2 miles back to my house if I turned right or 4 miles if I turned left.
I am coming up to my decision point and still had not made a decision.
Finally, I decided to turn left. Shorting the run by 2 miles would not help all that much.
I made my way up the hill and hit the flat section of the run. As with most of my runs, l was letting my mind drift off to think about other things while I made my way back home.
Some where over the next 2 miles I realized that I was breathing a little harder. Not only was I breathing harder but I was running faster. I am still unsure about what clicked. I actually felt like running and running hard.
Strange how I can go from not even wanting to run to feeling good, smooth, and relaxed while running hard.
I wish I could explain it, but I cannot.
Sharing one thought at time,
The Cool Down Runner