It’s getting to be that on recovery mornings, I feel all antsy and restless. I want to get out and run. Instead of feeling accomplished or somehow rewarded by the resting, I’m feeling like I’m not doing the work. This, of course, is a false feeling. I know that the “real” work of training happens on the rest days, because my body is processing all that I did to it yesterday. Just the same, I’m antsy.
I’m reading this book, which was written by a coworker’s cousin-in-law (husband’s cousin). It is REALLY well written. Every page makes me want to dig in deeper, and the story of her training is great.
Me: So, I got lost in Maudslay this morning when I went out running.
K: When did this happen?
Me: This morning. I felt like a goon. I mean, I wasn’t lost lost, but–
K: Wait. This morning?
Me: Around 5?
Despite getting temporarily lost (in that sense of “Do I go right or left here?”), I had a really fruitful trail run. I felt strong, didn’t mind NOT having my iPod along for the ride, and had the sense I could run longer than necessary. In fact, except for my really cold fingers (typing is difficult), I feel like I could go run another half hour.
I’m going out to run this morning on the course the race will take on Sunday. It’s a really nice wooded park with lots of color and beauty. This is just another part of the mental preparation, though it’ll also be physical. It’s amazing how running doesn’t take care of itself for you.
It’s Tuesday night and I run my first official race on Sunday. I’m already beginning the mental preparations that will accompany all the running work I’ve done over the past weeks. It’s so important to start visualizing now.
For one, I’m reading this book:
I snapped something recent, and so did Kat.
So, after a fairly grueling 1+ hour workout, what do I do? Yep, I put on too many layers and run out into a thunderstorm to finish my night time running. Yep, didn’t even get as many miles as my morning run, but I did my time. My pace was slower for lots of reasons. For one, it was a loop track around the churchyard next door. For another, it was pouring and thunder and lightning were all around. Finally, I had on my LEAST suitable running attire and got double soakers in short notice.
And yet, I feel magical.
I left the house this morning just before 5AM, knowing full well that a thunderstorm was barrelling out overhead. I ran anyhow, even when the sky split open and buckets of rain started pounding me. The more the sky threw at me, the bigger my smile.
I ran some of my best running ever. Go figure. I’m officially nuts.
You know you’re heading towards cuckoo when you consider getting up at 5:50AM to be “sleeping in,” and you look forward to your Sunday rest-day walk because at least you’ll still be moving.
It’s cold and foggy out there. I walked in my double-thick hooded sweatshirt, the touristy one I bought that gives me a smirk when I put it on, but feels like a best friend. I have my iPod, listening to a mellow mix that includes Oh Susannah, Lori McKenna, Sarah Harmer, and lots of other musicians you likely don’t know unless your name is Tara.