A friend sent me the quote about running being a jealous mistress a year or so ago. Well, jealousy reared its ugly head today! I ran 4 miles and afterward felt like I’d run a hundred.
The weather here is nice. It was about 55 degrees Fahrenheit, a slight breeze, sunny, clear and the sky was as clear as a bell. I didn’t map out a run so I just walked up to the street and started running. I am officially training for my SECOND full marathon and the schedule says run 4 miles. Mile 1 was like mile 1 frequently is for me: I get out of breath and decide I’m not going to be able to make it. This ALWAYS happens. I play this little game with myself at the beginning of every run.
Me: I’m tired. I can’t control my breathing. My knee hurts. It’s so hot. These car fumes are the worst.
Self: This always happens, just keep running. It’ll get better.
Me: Uh…. I’m still tired.
Self: UUHH… It’s only been a minute. Keep running. You’ll run through it. Stop being lazy. You can run 4 miles!
After 10-15 mintues:
Me: I guess I feel better.
Self: Duh. This happens every time.
Yes – I probably need therapy but that’s for another blog.
After a couple of miles of trudging along slowly, I worked through it in my head that I was going to finish the 4 miles. And let me tell you – AT 4 miles, I came to an IMMEDIATE stop. My breathing was fine but I felt so beat down and tired. It seemed like the temperature had risen 20 degrees from when I started. Positive note: neither of my knees hurt. Nothing hurt. I was just tired. Really tired.
Not sure what running is jealous of – cause I hadn’t been doing ANYTHING before last week. Nothing to be jealous of. Maybe today was just a reminder of why I should never take 8 weeks off – ever again.
Tomorrow’s run: 2 miles